#cheesy artist statements

[imaginebetterfutures]

I'm back with another sculpture! To be completely honest, this one was a real struggle for me to work out, idea wise. I love working abstractly (see earlier pieces!) but for this one our prompt in class was "objects and identity." We were asked to cast an object from life, and use it to speak to some aspect of ourselves that we want to explore. Not only am I an extremely closed book (pour one out for my therapist) but I'm also really not that interested in replicating objects?

So... I sort of cheated. This isn't *really* a cast of VHS tapes (although I did try to do that, and it failed miserably) but I'm still pleased with the outcome. Sound on for what I think is the best part — the pleasing and/or sinister snick snick snick sound of the tape unspooling and piling up.

If you like long, corny artist statements, boy howdy do I have one for you!

~~ GEODE ~~

My day job is as a journalist, and while I find a lot of the posturing that journalists do about our role as storytellers to be pretentious and often egotistical, I also can't deny that I got into this because I love to see into people's lives. Why do people do what they do? Why do we make the choices we make? How did we get here, as individuals and as a collective?

Much of journalism is about the big moments — wars and chaos and game changing plays. But those don't come out of nowhere. They come from a history, both personal and communal. We are products of our childhoods, our cultures, our teachers, our parents. We come from places that have smells and sounds and textures. And we document those things — and here I don't mean "we" journalists, I mean "we" as people. Humans have, for our entire history, recorded ourselves in one way or another. We write on walls, we tell each other stories, we come up with words that have deep meanings that stretch back into time.

Some journalists see their job as speaking truth to power. Or telling the important stories in the face of chaos and misinformation. Or staking a claim to truth, and defending it. All of that is true, of course. But when I think about my job I don't think about those things. I think about excavation. About telling the story in such a way that you can feel the texture of the people in it. I think of stories like geodes.

Do you know how a geode forms? They start with a volcanic eruption. Lava flows from a hot, angry vent, and mixes with the gases in the air. Most of the time, those gases don't stay put — they escape into the air and go off to become the wind in your hair, or carry pollen, or sweep under a bird's wing. But sometimes, bubbles of gas can't escape the boiling weight of the lava and become trapped. As the lava cools, those bubbles remain. It is only then — held tight and encased in cooling rock — that the crystals characteristic of geodes form.

There is something sad about opening a geode. It can reveal a great beauty, but it is also inherently destructive. You are taking a hammer to something hard and protected and asking it to open, to be seen, to be commented on. Not all geodes want to open. Not all geodes should be opened, perhaps. Not all geodes are beautiful inside. How do you know when to break one, and when to leave it be?

Once you break a geode, you open the crystals up to damage. UV light can bleach the colors inside and the oils on your skin can slowly eat away at the glittering growths.

I think a lot, as a journalist, about the stories that we lose when people die. The small things that they knew — the color of a lover's hair, the name of their neighborhood dog, the true identity of a soldier — that go to the ground with them. I have to stop myself from buying home movies when I see them at garage sales and thrift shops — each one, to me, a geode. Inside they might contain nothing, or everything. Wrapped tight in metallic film they recorded things people thought were important, things people wanted to remember. Trapped in plastic and now, broken open.

My piece is a VHS geode. I have broken it, and it is unspooling, and we are forgetting. It is beautiful and terrible all at once.

[girlgerard]

i’ve been thinking a lot about gerard’s character they developed in the last leg of this tour and the way i believe it really solidified what we might have coming for us in the future.

it’s really sweet, if you look in the comments of some of the videos from brisbane and osaka, you can see people who’ve obviously been my chem fans for at least 15 years saying things like ‘i’ve watched every video from this tour and this is the first show where i really saw the spark come back’ and ‘that’s the gerard way i remember’ and other cheesy shit like that. and the thing is they’re totally right!

this whole tour developed more fluidly in intensity and meaning than in any of their previous gigs. mcr has always been a band to change with their time and creative drive, but this was a different type of transition to me. you could see as characters started to be built, from gerard DIY’ing his own costumes in europe to increasingly meaningful outfits with whole backstories in the USA all the way to one consistent character with a uniquely terrifying stage presence in the last leg.

that last character, at least to me, is totally gripping. she’s unexplained, she’s scary as hell, she’s near-undead, she has this commanding presence gerard hasn’t really done since early-mid black parade. in every single performance they’re so in-character and it’s such a BLAST

importantly, this character also showed up in the shortest, least-publicized part of the tour. imo she wasn’t meant for cameras, really.

to me it’s so clear that she’s a result of gerard earnestly solidifying where they might want their next artistic endeavors to go - that kind of serious direction, maybe even that character specifically.

he’s talked about how he always has stage characters that reflect his music and, broadly, things they’re working through in their life. the revenge stage character was a mix of both demo lovers which can have a ton of different interpretations, the patient was a joan-esque personification of grief and existentialism, party poison was a pop-art way of dealing with your own artistic/literal death. it makes me wonder why this character, the only truly consistent character this whole tour, came about, and if it’s related to gerard’s nightly diatribes on war and later-tour statements on (presumably) queer/trans rights.

it also makes me think that we have a lot coming in the future. a character that solid and a direction so suddenly bottlenecked into such a specific concept, such a mychemicalromance concept, especially out of a tour that was originally supposed to be a casual celebration of music, i think points towards something new.

[seungkwansphd]

to boil a frog

pairing: seungcheol x reader wordcount: 15.6k summary: you & cheol go back, like way back. growing up together, you never felt anything more for him than a proximity based fondness, but things are a little different since you moved back to town. genre/themes: tattoo artist!coups, childhood acquaintances to lovers. brother’s best friend (but it’s not so much a theme as it is just a statement of fact). S L O W B U R N. idk that this is even fluff but more like just romance? mention of alcohol, tattoos, needles...cat?

a/n: truly idk what this is and why. it’s so long & self indulgent, but i’m in my soft era i guess, hah!

“Hi, I’m here for my tattoo with Seungcheol?” you checked in with the unfairly stylish receptionist at the front desk of the tattoo and piercing studio. “I booked for 3pm.”

“Okay, yes, here you are!” they smiled up at you, “If you want to just take a seat, I’ll see how he’s doing with prepping the room.”

“Perfect!” you smiled before moving towards the waiting area.

    Your foot bounced excitedly as you waited. In addition to being excited to get your first tattoo, you were doubly excited because you had history with Seungcheol. He’d been one of your brother’s closest friends growing up and despite not keeping in touch since they’d left for college, you’d really enjoyed following his artistic evolution on social media. You weren’t sure if he’d recognize you anymore, to be honest. It would be funnier if he didn’t.

“YN?” the receptionist returned, greeting you with a smile, “He’s ready if you’d like to follow me!”

“Sure!” you stood, “I love your dermals, by the way! The placement is so good,” you gushed as you followed them through a short hallway.

“Ah, thank you so much! They’re probably the piercing I worry about ripping out the most, but I do love them,” they chuckled before gesturing to an open door. “He’ll be right through here.”

“Awesome, thank you so much!” you grinned before stepping through.

“Hey,” Seungcheol greeted you after hearing your footsteps. His back was still turned to you as he finished wiping down his countertop. “YN, right? You know what’s funny, one of my friends has a sister who shares your exact name. Like last name and everything,” he chuckled before turning to greet you.

“Huh that’s weird,” you mirrored his laugh, trying to hide your curiosity as his eyes finally met yours. His eyes scanned your face for a few moments before he rolled his eyes and let out a loud laugh.

“Oh I’m a fuckin’ idiot,” he laughed, “What the hell are you doing here?” he leaned back in his chair, looking at you with slight disbelief.

“Mm, here to get a tattoo,” you deadpanned.

“Yeah no shit, but why are you home? I thought you were living that big city life now,” Seungcheol rolled his eyes at you again. You had always been a sarcastic scamp as a kid and it didn’t surprise him that this was still true.

“Oh did he not tell you?” you asked, referring to your brother. “I’m moving back. Well closer at least. I got a different job offer out here.”

“Oh no, I hadn’t heard,” Seungcheol shook his head, “To be honest, Jihun and I don’t talk all that much anymore. Not since he moved, at least.”

“Ah,” you nodded, “That makes sense. Time zones and whatnot.”

“But that’s cool! New job and I bet your parents will be glad you’ll be closer.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “They are verily psyched.”

“Well that’s dope! It’ll be good to have you around again,” Seungcheol laughed before shifting topics, “So this tattoo. Did you have something in mind? You’re my last appointment, so we can take some time drafting and working on things.”

“I was actually planning on just picking something from your available flash,” you confessed, “I’m a big fan of the latest set. But…,” you flashed him a cheesy grin, “If you’re offering, I’m not gonna turn down a custom design from you. And I expect a friends and family discount, of course.”

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” Seungcheol laughed heartily. You were making the same face you used to make at him in high school when you were in a bind and needed help.

“Not much,” you laughed, eyeing some of the designs up on the walls. “Honestly, I’m down for whatever,” you shrugged.

“How about this? Pick out a few of the flash designs that you like and we can weave something together. I think that’d be fun.”

“Deal,” you grinned, accepting the binder of flash sheets from him. Pursing your lips, you flipped through it in its entirety before going back to the beginning to point out the ones that had caught your eye.

    Seungcheol couldn’t help but approve of the way you reviewed the designs in full before pointing out your favorites. You seemed to gravitate towards botanical, insect, and occultish designs which made sense, given how many times you’d attempted to cast spells on him and Jihun as children. More than a few times at sleepovers, they had woken up to find that rocks, leaves, and twigs had been strategically placed around them while they’d been sleeping. He couldn’t help but chuckle fondly as he recalled a specific incident where you’d snuck up on him to pluck out one of his hairs. When pressed on the issue, you’d calmly explained that you needed it for a spell to make him go bald.

“Okay, those are all the ones I like best,” you nodded at him, waiting for feedback.

“Alright, let me work something up. You can chill in here,” Seungcheol took the binder back from you, flipping between the designs you’d marked with sticky tabs and moving to draft up something new.

“How long’s it gonna take?” you made a face at him, “Can I go look at the piercing portfolios instead?” you asked, not really appealed by the idea of just sitting and waiting.

“I mean sure,” he shrugged, “Ask Wren for them,” he pointed back towards the reception area, “I’ll come get you when I’m ready.”

“Yay!” you popped up excitedly, clapping your hands together as you walked back towards reception.

“Hey Wren, can I take a peek at the piercers’ portfolios? And also can I ask you where you get your hair done? I’m moving back here soon, but I haven’t lived here in a while and could use a stylist rec.”

“Oh of course!” Wren smiled brightly at you, “So do you know Cheol from when you lived here before?” they asked as they pulled out the piercing portfolios to hand to you.

“Yea, we grew up together,” you nodded, flipping the binders open, “I wouldn’t say we were friends? But he was close friends with my brother so he was at our house a lot.”

“That makes a lot more sense,” Wren nodded with understanding, “I was wondering why he was so chatty with you! Usually his room is way more quiet.”

“Oh yeah, we go way back. A lot of shenanigans,” you grinned as a few septums caught your eye.

“So where do you live now?” Wren inquired after giving you the Instagram handle of their current stylist.

“I’m actually in the process of moving back! I got a job in the next town over, but I was thinking I’d move back around here since there’s more to do? This is actually mostly an apartment hunting trip.”

“Oh my goodness, well let’s be friends when you move back! I’ve been trying to get Cheol to come out and do things more with me and my partner, but he’s kind of introverted so he doesn’t bite all that often.”

“I don’t know that I’ll be able to convince him either,” you laughed, “We’re not exactly close. But I would love to be friends! I don’t know too many people who live here anymore.”

“Okay, deal! Let’s exchange phone numbers then. It’ll be good to hang out with someone less grumpy than Seungcheol,” Wren teased, eyes dancing at the man in question as he entered the reception area.

“So grumpy!” you giggled playfully at his expression, “I’m going to leave you a bad review for poor bedside manner,” you couldn’t help but tease him.

“You’d be grumpy too if you had two imps bothering you!” Seungcheol protested with a pout, before beckoning you with his hand, “Now come on, I’m done with my draft.”

“Okay,” you shrugged, following him back to his room.

“What do you think? It might be a little bigger than you had planned, but we can scale down if needed.”

“No, I love it!” you sighed, eyes sparkling as you looked at the design. The final draft was a staghorn beetle with a third eye on its thorax surrounded by a wreath of botanical work that included some of your favorite plants and flowers.

“I had a hard time deciding between a moth or the beetle,” Seungcheol mused, “But you were always a little…unique, so I went with the beetle.”

“Thanks, I think,” you narrowed your eyes at him, unsure if he was sassing you. “I’m a huge fan of this. I think you chose great. Now as far as placement, I am thinking thigh? Left thigh?”

“Do you wanna go this big?” Seungcheol asked. The tattoo artist in him thrilled the idea of the placement, but he wanted to make sure you weren’t overcommitting.

“I mean, I’ll be honest, that wasn’t what I had planned. But don’t you feel like…it deserves it?” you pulled up the leg of your shorts in the mirror to try and envision the placement and it just felt right. “I think at least let’s pop the stencil on so we can see it. But my gut says yeah.”

“Okay,” Seungcheol nodded. That was a good idea.

“Yeah. Yeah, yeah,” you nodded furiously at him after he had placed the stencil on. “She’s just gonna be a big bitch, I don’t know what to tell you, Seungcheol. It just feels right, right?”

“Yeah, I agree,” Seungcheol grinned at you, “We can do this in multiple sittings too, so don’t feel like it needs to all be done in one day.”

“I’ll let you know,” you smiled up at him, “Eee! I’m excited!”

“Alright skippy, let’s get you up on this table and we’ll get started,” Seungcheol patted the tattoo table. He made a few adjustments so that your thigh was positioned at a comfortable working height before getting started. “How’s that?” he asked above the buzzing of the tattoo gun.

“Not too bad, actually,” you were surprised to find out, “It’s just…buzzy?”

“Hah! I mean that’s good, okay I’ll keep going then,” he laughed, ducking his head back down to continue working.

    The time passed surprisingly quickly. You and Seungcheol caught up on a variety of topics until you ran out of things to talk about. After that, he let you choose some music and you simply watched him work quietly. By your math, it had been around two years since you had last seen him and seven since you’d had an actual conversation with him. Somehow he looked both the same and different. He had always been sturdy, especially in the legs, but he seemed to have filled out more in the arms and shoulders in recent years. His face looked exactly the same, but his hair was now longer than you remembered it ever being in the past. It suited him.

“Doing okay?” he checked in as he worked on a section of shading. He had been going over the same area of skin for a while and was wondering how you were holding up.

“Yup,” you nodded. It was starting to get a bit sensitive, but you weren’t ready to tap out just yet. You focused on inhaling deeply through your nostrils and exhaling slowly through your mouth, which helped.

“Good girl,” he murmured approvingly as his left hand moved to grasp you at the knee, turning your inner thigh out to face him a bit more.

    Your eyes flashed to him and your breathing pattern halted as you processed his words. With the soft praise, the somewhat breathy tone of his voice, and the pressure of his fingertips at your inner thigh, you found yourself shivering. Whether Seungcheol was aware of it or not, you found yourself deeply flustered by his praise and wildly confused at your reaction. Swallowing, you tried to gauge whether he even registered what he had just said, but he seemed to still be deeply absorbed in shading.

“Should we take a break?” he looked up suddenly, “You’re getting squirmy, it seems like.”

“I-, uh, yeah,” you did your best to act normal, “Yeah a break would be good, I think,” you managed to answer him.

“Okay,” Seungcheol stood up, “I could stand to stretch my legs anyways.”

“Sounds good,” you gave him a thumbs up as you raised your arms above your head to do some stretching yourself.

    Seungcheol peeled off his gloves and turned to take a sip of water. His expression creased once his back was turned to you. Why the hell had he said that to you? It certainly hadn’t been on purpose, but as soon as it left his mouth, he’d wanted to wince. He could only hope that you hadn’t heard it or registered its weirdness. 

“Do you need any water or a snack? We’ve been at it for a while,” he offered, pulling open a cabinet to reveal a handful of water bottles and a variety of snacks.

“I have water in my bag, if you don’t mind grabbing it for me? I would eat something though.”

“Should we order something? It’s getting to be around dinner time, I wouldn’t mind eating something proper,” he suggested as he handed you a granola bar.

“Oh yeah! Build in another break in a couple of hours, that sounds good. What’s good to eat around here nowadays?” you asked through a mouthful of granola.

“Tomato Pie is actually still open, if you feel like pizza,” Seungcheol chuckled as he scrolled through restaurants on his phone. “Otherwise it just depends on what you want?”

“I’m not feeling pizza. Let’s save TP for another time,” you shook your head, “What about sushi? Something light or fresh.”

“Oh sure! Um, how about this place?” he offered you his phone. You scanned the PDF menu before nodding.

“Yeah that looks good! I’ll do roll 37 in a combo.”

“Cool, I’ll have Wren order for us. They might want to eat too,” he nodded, stepping out of the room momentarily. Before too long, the sound of the tattoo gun was droning and you fell into an easy quiet with Seungcheol again.

“Please tell me more about Cheol as a kid,” Wren asked desperately as they swirled udon around their chopsticks.

“No,” Seungcheol grumbled.

“Of course!” you answered over him.

“Do y’all have a favorite memory together? Or a most distinct one?”

“Favorite?” your brows furrowed in concentration as you tried to think. “Like I said, he and I weren’t really friends? But, oh!” you clapped your hands together suddenly, “But this one stands out! It was the end of summer before Jihun and Seungcheol were leaving for college.”

“Please don’t tell this story,” Seungcheol buried his face into his hands, ears turning pink.

“Oh it’s cute though!” you argued, but you wouldn’t tell it without his consent. You waited a moment for him to lift his head again, eyebrows raising in a way that you knew to mean ‘go ahead’.

    Eyes sparkling, you recalled the night before your brother and Seungcheol moved away for college. You had been nearly inconsolable as you and Jihun really had been close growing up and you simply couldn’t imagine finishing high school without them. He and Seungcheol had tried all manner of things to cheer you up, but nothing worked until they whipped out an emergency dance routine to your then-favorite boy band. They hadn’t really put all that much effort into learning it and mostly tripped over themselves, but it had done the trick and you’d laughed so hard that you cried. That was still an incredibly fond night for you.

“Oh and he was blonde then too! That was an era,” you wrinkled your nose as you finished telling the story.

“He can dance?” Wren looked at you incredulously.

“No, he can’t! But he tried, and that was what was important,” you chuckled heartily. “Honestly, Cheol was kind of just a good person. He was usually nice to me, but generally I just saw glimpses of him around.”

“You’re failing to mention all of the times that I bailed you out when Jihun was busy,” Seungcheol gave you a pointed glance.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you shook your head playfully at him. “He’s always been an old man like this.”

“He is responsible like that, isn’t he?” Wren nodded at you. “Our Studio Daddy.”

“Eugh yuck!” your skin crawled as you heard Wren refer to Seungcheol as Daddy. “No no no, don’t like that one bit!”

“You and me both,” Seungcheol rolled his eyes at both of you as he finished up his food. “You done? Let’s finish this bitch up. We’re getting close.”

“You good to lock up, boss?” Wren asked as they cleared their dishes.

“Yeah, you’re good! Just turn off the reception lights and lock the door when you leave. Don’t want any randos wandering in.”

“Sure!”

“So are you in charge?” you asked after Seungcheol had settled back into to finish up the last sections of shading on the beetle legs. Wren kept referring to him as ‘boss’, but you couldn’t tell if it was just good natured ribbing.

“Kind of. I hate being called boss, but I do own the studio now. The last owners were ready to retire and move, so they made me a good deal. I don’t feel like the owner yet, but I guess technically I am.”

“Wow, that’s…that’s really impressive, Seungcheol. I’m proud of you,” you smiled genuinely at him.

“This is weird, you’re never this serious,” he raised an eyebrow at you, a little uncomfortable to receive your genuine praise.

“I know, but I am serious!” you laughed, “I wasn’t kidding when I said I’ve been following you for a while. I’m proud of how you’ve developed your art form and now you even own the studio! I think that’s super dope.”

“Thanks,” he grinned, ducking his head down to hide his blush under the guise of inspecting his work. It wasn’t too much longer before he was finished and applying tattoo dressing. “So for aftercare. Everyone has their own opinion, but I like Saniderm. Keep this one on for 24 hours and remove and wash. If you want, you can apply another sheet. Try to wear loose clothing as much as you can, but life is life. You can always call if you feel like it looks weird, but basically treat it like a wound cause it is.”

“Cool, sounds good!” you gave him a thumbs up. “What’s the damage, boss?”

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes at you before working up a number that was on the low end of reasonable.

“That’s too low,” you decided, counting out bills until you reached a number that seemed more fair. “Dinner money’s in there too.”

“I-,” Seungcheol was slightly surprised. Not that he thought you’d be stingy, but because he was still accustomed to the you that begged rides off of him and never had gas money.

“I’ve had a big kid job for years now, don’t look so shocked,” you smiled at him, tucking your things back into your bag. “It was really good to see you, Coups. Maybe Wren and I can talk you into a night out sometime.”

“Yeah, maybe,” he half smiled at the old nickname as he waved you out the door. His lips curled into a full smile after the door swung shut. It had been good to see you.

…

“Hey boss?” Wren popped into Seungcheol’s office, trying to seem casual.

“I told you don’t call me that,” he looked up from his sketching. “What is it?”

“Do you have any strong friends that could help move some furniture this weekend? They will be paid.”

“You’ve never paid me to move furniture for you,” he narrowed his eyes at Wren, “Also didn’t you just move like a couple months ago? Why are you moving again?”

“Not me, YN. They just texted me. I guess the moving company cancelled at the last minute, so she’s scrambling for options.”

“Oh, shit. That sucks,” Seungcheol crossed his arms, brow furrowing at the situation. “I mean I could probably scrounge up a few friends.”

“Huh, okay!” Wren fixed their boss with an odd glance before plopping into the empty chair across from him. “Did you and YN ever date? Or like…have a thing?”

“What? No,” Seungcheol made a face of slight distaste at his receptionist. “That has never even crossed my mind until now. And I find it unpleasant.”

“Ugh, boo! Friends to lovers is the best trope,” Wren frowned, “I should’ve known you’d be a party pooper about this too. Oh well, I’ll let YN know that she can count on at least one of you meatheads to show up. I’ll get the address and stuff from her too!”

“Sounds good,” Seungcheol nodded, making a quick note on a scrap piece of paper to see whether Mingyu would be free and to exchange phone numbers with you so you could contact him directly.

…

“Hey Cheol?”

“Huh?” Seungcheol looked up from his desk. He had been very much in the zone, so the interruption had him slightly befuddled. “Oh, YN? What are you doing here?”

“Do you mind if I chill in the lobby and charge my phone? I didn’t see Wren, they must be doing something else, but I didn’t want to just be like a loiterer without someone knowing,” you huffed.

“Yeah, I mean, but you didn’t answer my question. Are you okay?” he asked. You didn’t look completely upended, but you were a little frazzled.

“Oh, yeah I’m fine! I just got lost and my phone battery died so I couldn’t pull up a map,” you grumbled, shuffling back to the waiting area and setting your bag down. You rifled through briefly to pull out a charging cable. “I decided to bus and walk home after work, since I’m still trying to get the layout of the city, but I got super lost. I slightly recognized this neighborhood from when I drove in for the tattoo. So here I am!” you gestured as if to say ‘ta-da’.

“Ah, I see,” Cheol couldn’t help but laugh as he took a seat next to you in the lobby. “How is work going?”

“Pretty good! I’m picking up the quirks of the software that they use, but for the most part, the job is very similar to my old one and I’ll be good at it. I like my coworkers too, which is always good.”

“Good,” he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

“How was your day? Busy?” 

“It was okay,” he shrugged, “No tattoos today, I have Wednesdays set aside for bookkeeping, paperwork, and other businessy activities. Not my favorite, but gotta do it.”

“And how’s that?” you grinned at him, “If I remember right, you weren’t the most mathematically inclined.”

“You remember correctly,” Seungcheol grimaced.

“If you ever want help with the bookkeeping stuff, let me know. I can build a mean spreadsheet,” you offered. Despite not having been close with him in years, you felt invested in his success.

“Really?” he cocked his head at you, surprised.

“Of course! We were friendly before, right? We can be friends for real this time,” you scrunched your nose playfully at him. “Plus I definitely owe you for sending me Mingyu and Chan. Lifesavers, those two.”

“Yeah, they’re alright,” Seungcheol chuckled. “I might take you up on that spreadsheet thing, cause doing the math by hand is strange and unusual punishment.”

“Sounds good, just text me,” you nodded, eyes lighting up when your phone had charged enough to power itself back on.

“YN!” Wren called your name excitedly as they returned to the reception desk. “Sorry, I was taking inventory. What are you doing here?”

    Seungcheol returned to his office as you gave Wren the rundown of your unfortunate turn of events. You wanted to be friends this time around, huh? That could be alright.

…

“I’m starting to regret this whole ‘friends’ thing,” Seungcheol groaned as you dragged him towards the bar. The rest of the studio staff was already there, but he had taken his time closing up, hoping that Wren would’ve run out of patience and just left without him. In the past, this strategy had been successful, but that was before you were part of the equation. You had a longer attention span and just when Seungcheol thought he’d gotten away with it, you’d popped up at his side, asking him if he was ready to go.

“No take backs,” you teased, only releasing the grip on his sleeve after you’d pulled him full inside the establishment. “Wren! We’re here!”

“Finally! Did he do his usual thing of taking way too long?”

“Yes, you were right,” you laughed, hopping onto an empty barstool.

    Cheol narrowed his eyes at you. While he had grown to be able to handle Wren’s brand of shenanigans, he wasn’t sure how to feel about your powers combined. He watched you chat excitedly with Vernon about lizards or something before deciding that he needed a beer.

“Anyone else need drinks?” he asked, glancing across the table.

“If you’re buying, then yes!” Hoshi jumped up excitedly and appeared at Seungcheol’s side.

“YN, what do you want?” Wren tapped on your shoulder gently as they moved to order with Cheol.

“Oh, whiskey soda with a cherry?”

“What?!” Wren’s eyebrows pinched together, “Miss girl, this is a dive bar. Can you please 

order something normal?”

“Hah! Well then just get me a beer or something,” you shrugged, eager to get back to discussing the Galapagos marine iguana’s algae based diet with Vernon.

“What the hell are they even talking about?” Wren did a double take before their boss tugged them towards the bar.

“It’s better that you probably don’t ask,” he chuckled as he hailed the bartender.

“Hey what can I get you?”

    Wren rattled off the group’s order before looking back at you. “Shit, and some sort of beer,” their brow furrowed as they scanned through the options.

“You got cherries back there?” Seungcheol cut through Wren’s thinking.

“Yeah,” the bartender fixed him with a surprised look.

“Okay, then a whiskey soda with a splash of sour and a cherry. Nix that beer.”

“Weird, but sure,” the bartender laughed, moving to fill the order.

“I don’t think she asked for sour?” Wren asked Seungcheol.

“She always forgets to say it. She won’t like it without it,” he shrugged with a wry smile.

Wren watched their boss out of the corner of their eye. In the few weeks of knowing you, Wren had done a little bit of poking and was surprised that you and Seungcheol both independently maintained that nothing had ever happened or even threatened to happen between you two. In fact, you both had such a surprised reaction that made it seem like neither of you had even entertained the possibility. Yet, small things like this happened every so often and would surprise Wren anew that things were just platonic between you two.

“You got it all?” the bartender asked again, watching Cheol and Wren haphazardly gather up the six drinks between them.

“I think we’re good,” Wren finally nodded, leading the way back to the table. “Okay, so…,” they trailed off as they doled out the drinks around the table.

“Oh! I thought I was getting beer?” you were surprised when you received your drink.

“They had cherries,” was all Seungcheol offered up in explanation.

“Oh, well thanks!” you beamed at him before taking a sip.

“So what was the name of that documentary again?” Vernon asked, drawing your attention back, “I might just leave now to watch it,” he mumbled to himself as he pulled out his phone to make a note.

“Oh come on,” you chided him, “We just got here! I’ll give you the name of the documentary at the end of the night, as incentive,” you suggested.

“That’ll work,” he grumbled slightly, slipping his phone into his pocket and turning his attention back to the group’s conversation. Hoshi was regaling the group theatrically about something or the other.

    Seungcheol raised an eyebrow. He was surprised that you’d managed to convince Vernon to stay out. That was something that even he couldn’t pull off sometimes.

“So YN, are you liking your new job?” Hoshi asked after sharing his many personal thoughts and feelings about Tiger King.

“Yes!” you nodded, “I really like everyone at the practice! My trainer is super funny and nice and she said I’m basically ready to fly solo next week,” you grinned, a little nervous now that all eyes were on you.

“Remind me what you do again?” Joshua asked kindly. He was one of the piercers at the studio that you had probably spent the least amount of time with.

“I’m a vet tech! So, you know, helping with exams, running analyses, and giving vaccinations. That kind of thing.”

“Ah, so we have some things in common then,” Joshua quipped about the vaccinations.

“Hey if you’ve got a passion for stabbin’, might as well get paid for it,” you joked, prompting a chorus of laughs.

Eventually, the group broke off, some heading to the dance floor and others moving to play darts. You watched the game of darts until you were ready for a refill. As you waited for the bartender, you fished the cherry out from your melting ice cubes. It was the best part, after all.

“What’re you drinking there?” a voice to your right drew your attention.

“Hm,” you regarded the man with a suspicious glance, “I don’t think I'll tell you. You look like you’d tease me for it.”

“Oh? Well it’ll be tricky to buy you a drink, then,” he chuckled, a little taken aback by your response.

“I-,what?” you blurted out after processing his words.

“I’m Yejun,” he smiled at you, “Can I buy your next drink?”

“Hm, I suppose you can!” you chuckled. You observed his side profile as he flagged down the bartender. “So do you live here, Yejun?”

“I do,” he nodded, “Do you?”

“I do now,” you grinned, “I actually grew up around here and recently moved back for a job. Things are kind of the same, kind of different.”

“Oh really? How long has it been since you lived here? And what’s different?” he asked, smiling charmingly as he leaned against the bar, turning to face you fully.

    Seungcheol watched intently as you chatted with this man. His brow furrowed slightly trying to gauge whether he needed to intervene. For a while, your expression was wary, but eventually you broke out into a teasing smile and he could tell that the attention was welcome. You were more than capable of holding your own, Cheol knew that, and so he returned to watching darts.

    Wren was stumped as they watched Seungcheol watch you. For a moment he’d almost looked jealous, but that tension eventually dissipated and he returned to darts as if nothing had happened. When Wren looked at you again, you were happily chatting with a man at the bar, which was somehow even more confusing.

…

“Ah, I’m so glad you were free this weekend! You’ve been so wrapped up in Yejun that I feel like I barely see you anymore!” Wren tittered animatedly as they wrapped you up in a hug.

“Wren we hung out on Tuesday,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“Yes, and it’s been far too long between then and now. Speaking of, how are things going with Yejun? If he’s not treating you well, I will bring the boys to beat him up!” Wren threatened.

“There’s no need for that at all,” you shook your head vigorously, “Things are going good! I don’t know that I feel super…serious about him, but it’s been fun so far!”

“Hm. Well if you’d rather just date someone at the studio, I’d prefer that so I could see you all the time! I think Vernon is single, and you both love those damned lizards.”

“Hah! Iguanas,” you corrected them as you scanned down the list of cocktails. An aperol spritzer sounded good in the day’s warm weather. “No, I won’t date anyone at the studio. I don’t date friends, that’s a recipe for disaster.”

“You’re smarter than most,” Wren laughed. Couldn’t fault your logic.

“How are things with the boys? I feel like it’s been a bit since I’ve seen everyone. Anything interesting happen lately?”

“Oh, we might have a stray cat hanging around?” Wren clapped their hands together, “There’s a calico that showed up both yesterday and today.”

“Really? No collar or anything, I assume? Does it have a clipped ear? Is it friendly?”

“No, no, and yes,” Wren answered, “Should we do anything special for it?”

“Honestly, we should try and grab it so that we can take it to a vet to get it checked out. See if it’s microchipped. I can bring some stuff from the office and maybe let’s pick up some wet food after lunch? You can bring that to the studio.”

“Sounds good!” Wren nodded gamely. “Aside from that, nothing new at the studio. We’re a boring bunch these days.”

“You know honestly, that’s not a bad thing,” you smiled.

“We should go out for a happy hour sometime this week,” Wren suggested as your entrees arrived. “Maybe Thursday? You can bring Yejun!”

“Oh sure! Are we going to try and bring Seungcheol? Or not worth the fight?” you scrunched your nose up playfully.

“I mean, I always want the whole gang to be there. But might need your help again.”

“I can be on Coups duty,” you laughed, “It’s light work.”

“Alright, well if you’re in then I’m in,” Wren laughed. You did seem to have a way with Seungcheol that nobody else did.

    The rest of lunch was filled with odds and ends of conversation before you and Wren walked to the supermarket to pick up a few cans of wet cat food. Wren headed back to the studio and you drove to the veterinary office to pick up some supplies. A humane trap, a cat carrier, and a kitty straightjacket accompanied you back to the tattoo studio. 

“I’m here!” you announced as you brought the trap into the reception area.

“Um, what’s happening now?” Minghao, one of the other tattoo artists, looked on curiously as you fiddled with the gate of the humane trap.

“I told YN about our new friend! She’s going to help us trap it so we can take it to the vet.”

“Oh, I see,” Hao chuckled before returning to his room. Since you’d moved back home, you’d clearly established yourself as Wren’s new partner in crime. It was usually entertaining.

“Okay, I think I got it,” you nodded before grabbing a can of food and walking back outside to place the trap against the side of the building. You popped the can open and placed it at the back of the trap. “Now hopefully we catch the stray cat and not some other beastie,” you muttered to yourself as you walked back inside. Last time you’d set up a humane trap, you’d woken up to a livid raccoon instead of the stray you’d set out to capture.

“Hey Wren, can you order more of these supplies please?” Cheol dropped off a list at the receptionist desk, barely registering your presence. Between your help setting up his profit and loss statements and just general shenanigans with Wren, you’d become somewhat of a regular at the studio.

“Sir, yes sir!” Wren saluted playfully before waving you out the door. You had errands to run yet, but you let Wren know to call you if and when the stray showed back up.

…

“Oh my gosh, she is so so cute! I have named her Sausage Patty, we shall call her Patty and I love her very much,” you gushed over drinks. The studio had organized a staff outing again and Yejun had opted to join, so all of your people were in one place.

“You said this was a cat?” Yejun asked, “I thought your place didn’t allow pets?”

“It doesn’t,” you sighed, “But Cheol can keep her in until I can find a new place, right? It isn’t too terribly long before my lease is up,” you pleaded with him hopefully.

“Ah,” Yejun shifted uncomfortably, “I, um. We should talk later,” he ducked his head to whisper in your ear.

“Oh, okay?” you nodded at this ominous feeling request.

“So Yejun, tell us about yourself,” Wren prompted, eager to get to know the person you’d been dating. “YN has mentioned some things, but I’m nosy.”

    Yejun chuckled good naturedly and shared his age, where he had lived before here, and that he worked as a financial advisor at the local bank.

“Oh interesting, do you enjoy that?” Joshua asked, eyes dancing.

    Seungcheol fixed Joshua and Hoshi with a warning glance as Yejun answered Joshua’s query.  He could tell that the boys did not find Yejun particularly interesting, but they didn’t have to in order to be nice. You were the one dating him, after all.

“It’s alright,” Yejun shrugged, not picking up on Shua’s teasing. “There are things that I like and things that I don’t, but that’s any job, isn’t it?”

“Sure is!” Hoshi chimed in mischievously, “For example, Seungcheol is the thing that I don’t like most about my job.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cheol laughed, “If this is where the conversation is going, then I’m going to grab a beer,” he announced. Joshua took the opportunity to join him at the bar.

“My god, our YN is dating a banker? Where did we go wrong, Cheol?” Joshua bemoaned jokingly as he leaned against the bar.

“Joshua,” Cheol warned him, the slightest edge audible in his voice. “Be nice.”

“He’s so dull,” Joshua pressed on, “She can do better.”

“That’s not our business,” Seungcheol shrugged as he accepted a fresh beer from the bartender. “If you can’t be nice, then I suggest you stay away. YN will take it personally if you tell her you don’t like him. Just leave it.”

“Fine,” Joshua ran his tongue over his teeth with displeasure, “A banker of all things. Please.”

“You remember when you dated that flight attendant, right? We all kept it to ourselves until things ended. YN is our friend now, so you can do her the same courtesy.”

“I wish you’d given me your honest feedback then. That was a major waste of my time,” Joshua bristled as he recalled that toxic relationship.

    When they returned to the table they found that Hoshi had wandered off with Vernon to play darts and Wren was doing their best to hold the conversation with Yejun. There really wasn’t anything specifically wrong with Yejun, he just didn’t have much in common with any of them. Seungcheol briefly wondered what you two talked about, but it left his mind just as quickly.

“So what did you want to talk about earlier?” you asked Yejun hesitantly as he walked you to your door. There was a nip in the air and your cheeks were flushed pink as you looked up at him.

“Oh, yeah,” his expression filled with unease, “I guess I should let you know that I’m allergic to cats. It hadn’t really come up before, but it’s relevant now.”

“Oh,” your expression fell at this news. Somehow it was both a big deal and not a big deal. On the one hand, you were still in a very casual stage with Yejun and wouldn’t be able to live with Patty for a while even if you and Seungcheol did manage to work something out. But on the other hand, if this was a deal breaker, you wondered if you were just wasting your time. You loved animals and couldn’t envision a future without them. “Are you allergic to other animals too? Or just cats?”

“Mildly allergic to dogs, but my cat allergy is quite severe,” he answered apologetically.

“I see,” you nodded, “Well…I would say that since I’m still not sure I’ll be able to convince Seungcheol to keep Patty for me in the meantime and I’m at least five months out from being at the end of my lease, I’m not sure this needs to change anything between us? What do you think, though?”

“I agree,” Yejun smiled with a sense of relief.

“Great,” you grinned up at him. “Well, I’m home. Maybe we can do something next week?”

“That sounds great!” Yejun pulled you in for a quick peck before moving to drive himself home.

…

“Hello?” Seungcheol’s brows furrowed as he read the name on the incoming call. “YN? Are you okay?”

“Hey,” you sniffed, second guessing yourself. You briefly considered hanging up, but decided it would be helpful to have a sounding board. “Are you busy?”

“No, what’s up?” he shook his head, noting that you hadn’t answered his question.

“Can I swing by? I need some advice. Or maybe just to talk, I’m not sure,” you muttered, pressing your palm against your cheek.

“Yeah, of course,” Cheol nodded, “I’m home right now so come by whenever. Patty would like to see you too, I’m sure.”

“Okay, I’ll be over soon then,” you nodded forlornly before ending the call.

    You second guessed yourself the entire way over. Maybe this wasn’t a big enough deal to bother Seungcheol about. Maybe you should’ve called Wren instead. But you knew that Wren would not be impartial and you knew, in your gut, that if it wasn’t a big enough deal to bother Cheol about, then you wouldn’t have called him. Before you knew it, you were parked in front of Seungcheol’s place and you weren’t about to drive right back home.

    You walked up the steps and tried the doorknob. With all of the shared cat custody, he had gotten into the habit of leaving the front door unlocked when he knew you were on the way. Today was no different.

“I’m here,” you announced generally as you slipped off your shoes. Cheol appeared with a beer before you had gotten the second one off.

“You sounded like you needed a drink,” he smiled sympathetically at you.

“You know all about me nowadays, huh?” you laughed, taking the cold beverage from him.

“Little bit,” he grinned, “So what’s up?” he asked after you took a seat at his kitchen table. You gestured for him to sit down next to you before you answered.

“Yejun and I broke up…I guess? Is it even breaking up if you were just kind of dating?” you thought aloud. “Whatever you want to call it, we will no longer be a thing.”

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that,” Seungcheol’s expression creased with worry. “Do you want to talk about what happened? Or what’s helpful?”

“I’m not too torn up about what happened,” you thought for a moment, trying to identify your feelings, “But I am sad. But I don’t feel like I should be sad because it wasn’t that serious? Also he was allergic to cats so was it gonna work out anyways?” you were surprised when you felt the tears pricking at your eyes. You had done such a good job of keeping it together all week, but now talking about it in such clarity really broke something free inside of you and suddenly you were crying.

    Seungcheol froze. He had never seen you cry before and he was at a loss about what to do. He wanted to be supportive, but didn’t really know what that should look like for you. Did you want a hug? Did you hate hugs? It frustrated him deeply that he didn’t already know the answer.

“What would be helpful right now?” he found himself asking.

“It’s silly, but I could use a hug,” you sighed, almost rolling your eyes at yourself. You’d never really been one for physical affection, but the thought of being wrapped up in Cheol’s arms seemed comforting in a way that you needed desperately right now.

    He moved immediately, standing over you with his arms outstretched. You stood up to fit yourself into him and his arms folded around you without thought. You were surprised at how natural it felt. You allowed yourself a few more sobs into his chest before letting yourself just feel warm and secure in his hold.

    Seungcheol experienced the whole gamut of human emotion as he held you. Anger at Yejun for causing you to feel this way. Empathetic sadness. Relief when your crying stopped. And…pride at the feeling of being able to provide you comfort. It was very different and new to Seungcheol to see you in this emotionally vulnerable state, but not unpleasant by any measure.

“Okay, I feel better,” you chuckled sheepishly, pulling away from Cheol and wiping at your cheeks. “I should go home and get some sleep.”

“Okay,” he nodded at you, surprised at the instinct he felt to pull you back in.

“Thanks Cheol. Seriously.”

…

“I think I’m getting cold feet,” Seungcheol grimaced after seeing you mix up the bleach in a somewhat alarming way.

“No, no take backs!” you frowned, turning your foil-covered head towards him.

    Several days ago, you had bought the largest containers of bleach powder and developer that they sold at the beauty supply store. You kept saying that you weren’t torn up over Yejun, but you figured why not allow yourself to partake in some of the traditional post-break up rituals? An entirely new haircut didn’t appeal to you, but adding some vivid color did seem fun. You weren’t totally sure how Seungcheol had caught wind of this undertaking, but when he’d thought out loud about going blonde again, Wren had been insistent. Whether it turned out looking good or his hair fell off, it didn’t matter too much to Wren. Both outcomes were equally pleasing.

“I-,” he grimaced, “If I end up having to buzz my head, you’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Cheol, relax,” you tried to reassure him, “I have done this before. Now just sit still.”

    Seungcheol sucked on his teeth before acquiescing and sitting down on the stool in front of you, allowing you to get started. You grinned happily as you ran your fingers through his hair, sectioning them off and applying the bleach to the foils. The way he enjoyed feeling your hands running through his hair was a little surprising to him, but soon he found himself just watching you and smiling at the way you smiled.

“Are you excited to be blonde again?” you asked around three quarters of the way through. “Was the last time in high school?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Cheol thought for a moment, “Didn’t you help me and Jihun that time too?”

“Probably? Like your guys’ senior year?”

“Yes,” he smiled, “That was a good look, if I do say so myself.”

“I agree,” you nodded as you grabbed a spare grocery bag to pop over his completely foiled head. “Okay, now we can let that process for 30 minutes. It should start to feel warm, mine kind of does already,” you touched your own foils gingerly.

“Okay, you wanna watch something while we wait?” he shrugged, flipping on the television.

“Sure,” you nodded, sitting down on the couch. You giggled happily when Patty hopped onto your lap and you scratched her under the chin.

“She loves you,” he chuckled, watching you interact with the cat.

“She loves you too!” you insisted, “Go see your dad,” you whispered at her playfully, which she ignored.

“No, she’s your cat and your cat alone. I’m just her landlord,” Seungcheol chuckled, unable to keep himself from thinking about the implication of ‘dad’.

“Okay, time to check!” you jumped up when the timer sounded. “Let me check mine first and then I’ll check yours,” you announced as you moved to the bathroom mirror.

“How’s it lookin’?” Cheol asked, leaning against the door jamb.

“I think a little longer, I’ll check again in fifteen. Now come here,” you beckoned him over. He moved to face you and spread his feet apart until you could see the top of his head. You peeled back a few foils and were surprised to see that it had lightened sufficiently. Lucky bastard. “I think you’re good to go, Seungcheol! You can rinse that bleach out and then I’ll tone you.”

“Word,” he nodded, helping you remove the rest of the foils and tuck them into garbage. You massaged your fingers through his hair, evaluating the rest of the strands before confirming he was ready to rinse. Without a word, he tugged his shirt up over his head before moving to grab the shower head.

“What are you doing?!” you almost shouted, alarmed by the shedding of clothes.

“I don’t want to get my shirt wet,” he shrugged, somehow pleased at the way you jumped.

“Let me get out of the bathroom first,” you grumbled, flushed in the cheeks as you made your way back into the living room.

“Okay, I’m done. You wanna check your foils again?” he emerged from the bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel.

“Yes,” you nodded, trying to look anywhere but at him as he had not put the shirt back on.

After you had also rinsed the bleach out from your ends, you started mixing up toner and color. For a second time, you were applying and massaging solution into his hair.

“This feels nice,” Cheol remarked with his eyes closed, enjoying your touch.

“Does it?” your eyebrows raised, trying to stay composed. You didn’t need to look at his bare chest. You didn’t. “I guess that makes sense, like a scalp massage, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, eyes slowly opening again to meet your gaze through the mirror. His lips had curled into a half smile and the way he looked at you made your heart stop for a moment.

“Okay, go pop another bag on your head and let that process for 20-ish minutes?” you glanced away, clearing your throat needlessly. As Seungcheol flopped onto the couch, you applied the tanzanite hair dye to your bleached ends, doing your best to avoid staining his bathroom permanently.

“Okay, my timer’s up!” Cheol announced as he burst into the bathroom again unceremoniously. Apparently you’d zoned out after applying the purple dye and you jumped at his intrusion. “Scoot,” he grabbed you at the waist and relocated you easily. He grabbed the showerhead and leaned over the tub, rinsing the silver toner out of his hair. You intended to leave, you wanted to leave, but when it came down to it you couldn’t do anything but stare at his broad back, mind frazzled at the way he had lifted you up so easily.

“Damn,” Seungcheol whistled appreciatively, regarding himself in the mirror, “This looks good!”

“You’re welcome,” you nodded surely at him, “And you doubted me.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry, you killed it,” Cheol grinned at you. Without thinking it through, he pulled you into his chest and gave you a squeeze.

“Cheol, dye!” you panicked, pushing him away. “See, now you’re purple,” you frowned, looking at the splotch of purple on his chest that had transferred from your hair. Without thought, you swiped at it with your fingers, hoping to wipe it off before it stained too badly. It took a few passes, but eventually you gathered it all and rinsed it down the sink drain.

“Thanks,” Seungcheol coughed, nerves alight at the friction of your fingertips woefully close to his nipple. A quick shudder ran through him before he could gather his thoughts and compose himself.

“Okay, now get out, I’m going to rinse out my color. Mine’s gonna be messy, so I’m just gonna take an actual shower,” you shooed him out insistently.

    After you closed and locked the door for good measure, you let out a sigh. What had you been thinking, touching his bare chest like that? You must be out of your mind. Jumping into the shower, you let the water wash the dye from your hair and the thoughts from your mind.

    Seungcheol ruminated while you showered. He had already acknowledged that something in him had shifted after you’d visited him last week. You had always just been Jihun’s sister and that hadn’t really changed much since you’d moved back. However, seeing you in that emotionally vulnerable state last week had started to chip away at the way he thought of you.

“Whew, okay, the ordeal is done!” you laughed as you emerged from the bathroom pointing at the towel wrapped around your head. “I picked a darker one, but I can’t promise that the purple is gonna wash out,” you chuckled sheepishly, skin pink and glowing from the shower.

“I’m not worried about that,” Cheol shrugged, “Now take a rest, stylist,” he teased, patting the couch cushion next to him. Patty chirped in protest at the noisy impact, but settled back into his lap eventually as you finished the show you had started earlier.

…

“Cheol, Cheol!” Wren beckoned Seungcheol as he was walking through the hallway towards the stockroom.

“What?”

“What do you think about starting a Tiktok account for the studio? People seem to really like them, it could help us drum up some business!”

“I don’t know…,” he rubbed his chin contemplatively, “Are you going to run it? I want no part of it, to be honest.”

“Yes, I will!” Wren nodded furiously, “This looks way more fun and I could definitely do it between my normal job responsibilities.”

“I-, okay. But people have to agree to be in your videos, okay? None of this sneaky filming business,” Seungcheol furrowed his brows at them before returning to his office.

    To Seungcheol’s surprise, Wren really took initiative of the social media management and within a month or so, had amassed a significant number of followers. Wren was always on their phone anyways, and so kept on top of the latest trends and viral sounds. Seungcheol was also surprised at the ways in which the internet seemed to love their ragtag group. Folks found Joshua to be painfully handsome, Vernon and Hoshi to be side bustingly funny, and Wren to be endearing. You had even featured in a handful of videos when you’d happened to be at the studio and commenters the entire week afterwards playfully demanded ‘more YN content’.

“Cheol, have you reconsidered showing your face on Tiktok?” you asked after watching a ‘the art versus the artist’ tiktok.

“No,” he shook his head firmly.

“Aw man, this would’ve been a good video too!” you pouted, turning your phone to show Wren.

“Oh damn it, yeah it would be!” they shouted woefully.

“What is it?” Coups asked, feigning indifference.

“Okay, so the concept is showing art and then the artist that made it. Cheol you’re so talented, I feel like this is such a nice way to showcase your work!” you pleaded with him, though you were not particularly hopeful. When he didn’t reject you outright, you offered him your phone to show an example.

“Hm,” the corner of his lip pulled back as he contemplated. Your heart rose hopefully in your chest, was he genuinely considering this?

“YN can be in the video too! She’s a good example of healed work!” Wren clapped excitedly at the prospect. “We can start the video zoomed in on her thigh tattoo and then zoom out to show you!”

    Seungcheol raised his eyebrows at you in an unspoken question. It seemed that he was in if you were too. Holding back an ecstatic squeal, you nodded, over the moon at finally getting Cheol to agree to be in a Tiktok.

    The first section went smoothly. Wren positioned you in front of the studio window for flattering lighting and then zoomed in on your thigh. The second part where they would zoom out to a video of Seungcheol was not as seamless. First they wanted to try a solo shot, which didn’t pass muster. Then you tried posing next to Cheol, which Wren deemed ‘too stiff’. Finally, they took over full creative control and positioned Seungcheol behind you with his face above your shoulder. After a few more failed takes, he didn’t even register it when he leaned forward to mumble idle threats into your ear. Something about ‘never should have agreed to this’ and ‘I don’t know that we need a receptionist anyways’, which made you chuckle.

    Wren stilled in the midst of filming. Their gaze moved from the screen and lifted over the phone to observe you directly. The sight of Seungcheol with his face tucked into your neck and making you laugh was so tender it made Wren want to scream at the both of you.

“You got it?” Seungcheol looked up suddenly.

“I mean…I got something,” Wren replied, bemused.

…

    You were excited. Jihun was coming home for Thanksgiving! By your math, it had been well over a year since you’d last seen him, so your parents were going all out. They’d invited all of your friends, but Seungcheol had been the only one to take them up on the offer. It was going to be nostalgic, the five of you together, but holidays were all about nostalgia, right? You’d spent the day with your parents, helping them prepare the house and meals. Seungcheol had been assigned to pick up Jihun from the airport when his flight arrived that afternoon, so you were surprised when you heard a knock on the door a little after noon.

“Oh, who-?” your mom wondered as she opened the door, “Seungcheol, darling, you’re early!”

“I know, but I thought I’d come see if I could help with anything until then,” he shrugged, stepping into the threshold.

    From the kitchen, you did a double take. Seungcheol was wearing an unbuttoned button down with a matching t-shirt underneath and accessorized with a medium weight chain necklace. He looked nice, which made you momentarily self conscious that you were still wearing chores clothes. You threw him a quick smile before returning to finish washing the sheet pans that were no longer needed.

“Can I help?” he offered.

“You wanna dry?” you suggested, pointing out a dry towel. He nodded and settled in next to you, drying off anything you handed to him. “What time does Jihun’s flight get in again?”

“Three, so I’ll probably leave around two. There’s probably airport traffic today.”

    You nodded as you finished up the dishes and set the gloves aside to dry.

“Mom, what else can I help with?” Seungcheol had already wandered off in search of your mother.

    You rolled your eyes. He had called your mom ‘Mom’ since you were kids. The first time had been an accident and you had replied ‘No, she’s my mom!’ quite indignantly. Your mom had chuckled and patted young Seungcheol on the head, reassuring him. At first he continued to call her ‘Mom’ mostly to irritate you, but over time, it sort of just became reality. Seungcheol was over at your house so much that he really did feel like family at times.

“You’re so thoughtful, Cheol,” your mom beamed up at him, “You can come help Dad and I wrap dumplings if you like.”

“Sure,” he nodded, hip checking you away from the kitchen sink so he could wash his hands. You huffed indignantly as you took your seat at the dumpling table as well.

“So Seungcheol,” your dad cleared his throat, “How are things at the shop?”

“Good! Not much has changed since you were last there,” he cocked his head thoughtfully.

“You’ve been to the studio?” you queried, confused at the idea of it.

“Yes, of course! We had to congratulate him once we heard he was taking it over. I’m not sure we’re tattoo people, still, but our Cheol is a business owner now!” your dad laughed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“It’s still a small town, YN,” Seungcheol chuckled, “Not much happens without everyone knowing about it.”

“That’s true,” your mom nodded. For example, she had heard through the grapevine that you often hung out with Seungcheol and his staff at Anne Kim’s bar. Apparently quite an edgy group of youngsters. The Kim’s had long ago given up running the establishment themselves, but it was a good source of passive income and town information.

“That’s so funny, I can’t imagine you there!” you giggled.

“They brought me a cake and everything,” Cheol chuckled, recalling that day fondly. It had taken some explaining to get everyone to understand that they were not, in fact, Seungcheol’s own parents and the cake had done a good job of quieting them all down.

“That’s so cute,” you gushed.

    When you’d been younger, it had sometimes bothered you how easy it was for your mom to love your friends in what felt like the same way that she loved you. Now that you were older, you could appreciate her capacity to love in a different way.

“I should go get Jihun,” Seungcheol announced, placing one more lopsided dumpling onto the tray before standing up.

“Drive safe!”

“Will do,” Seungcheol smiled at your mother, disarmingly charming.

“What a good boy,” she preened happily as you finished wrapping up the dumpling filling. “Have you hung out with Seungcheol much since you’ve moved back?” she asked, even though she knew the answer already.

“Occasionally,” you shrugged, but as you did the math you realized that you’d probably seen him more than anyone else in recent days. “I’ve probably hung out with his receptionist, Wren, more though. They’re nice!”

“Oh, Wren! Yes, I remember from the studio. They’re just cute as a button, aren’t they?” your mom chirped. So you weren’t willing to admit that you were closer with Seungcheol than you’d ever been before. That was okay.

“Yes, they really wanted to come for Thanksgiving too, but they decided to go to their partner’s family’s instead.”

“Well, you know you don’t need an excuse to bring them around. Our house is always open. You too,” she gave you a pointed look. You grinned sheepishly. You knew they always wanted you to visit more.

“I’ll bring them around!” you nodded affirmatively.

“In fact, the rest of the shop can come too! They’ll keep us young,” your dad added suddenly. Your dad had always been quieter than your mom, but every so often he said something that left you absolutely slack jawed. This was one of those times.

“I’ll let them know,” you shook your head with a chuckle. “I’m going to go shower and change now.”

    Your parents waved you off goodnaturedly and you retreated to your childhood bedroom. Everything you needed was in your duffel bag, but you couldn’t help from getting distracted by all of the stuff that your mom had kept exactly the same. Filled with nostalgia, your fingertips skimmed across the figurines, books, and other memorabilia. Your diary caught your eye and you pulled it out by the spine, curious to read some of your old thoughts. It was all cringey as hell, but it made you laugh as you thumbed through. As you reached the end, something fell out from the pages which surprised you. A polaroid of Seungcheol from the night you had told Wren about many months ago at this point. It was from the night before he and Jihun had left for college and the last time you remembered him being blonde prior to this most recent bleach job. You smiled softly as you peered at it in disbelief. Seungcheol looked the same, but different. His roots were a touch more grown out than they were right now and he was wearing that dog tag necklace that he had felt was so cool back then. What a handsome doofus.

“Woof, nostalgia is one hell of a bitch,” you muttered under your breath, surprised at your own reaction.

    Shoving your thoughts aside, you jumped into the shower and focused on getting ready. The warm water soothed you infinitely and you hummed contentedly to yourself as you finished getting ready. You changed into a cute yet comfortable outfit and headed down the stairs to join your parents. You were in the middle of contemplating a cookie when the front door opened dramatically.

“I’m home!” Jihun announced excitedly as he entered the house. To your surprise, not one but two figures followed him inside.

“Jihun-a!” your mom cooed excitedly as she moved towards the door. “Oh who’s this?”

“Mom, Dad, this is my girlfriend Hyejin!”

“Oh my goodness, what a surprise!” your mom tittered excitedly. “Why didn’t you tell me so I could have prepared?”

“Mom, you’re always prepared anyways! I wanted to surprise you,” Jihun shook his head.

    Your parents tsked appropriately at Jihun while ushering Hyejin inside. As they tittered over her, you threw a look at Seungcheol.

“Surprise!” he wiggled his hands weakly, which made you burst out laughing. You rolled your eyes before joining the family in the living room.

“Hyejin, this is my sister, YN,” Jihun gestured towards you as you entered.

“Hi,” you grinned excitedly at Hyejin. “I’m very excited to share with you all of Jihun’s most embarrassing stories!” you shook her hand with a little too much vigor for your brother’s tastes.

“I’m so excited to meet you all!” Hyejin smiled. She was so pretty!

“Genuinely, you’re so pretty, what the hell are you doing with Jihun?” you couldn’t help but ask mischievously.

“YN,” Seungcheol furrowed his brow, “Easy.”

“You’re right, I’ll let you settle in. I’ll ask later,” you whispered surreptitiously to her, drawing a small chuckle. Instead you joined Seungcheol as your parents lightly grilled Hyejin and Jihun about their relationship. “I can’t believe he didn’t tell any of us,” you mumbled at Cheol. “Did he share much on the drive with you?”

“No, not much,” he shook his head. “I was surprised too, I haven’t seen her on his socials or anything. Must be recent?”

“Hm,” you shrugged.

    Seungcheol watched you as you looked on with interest. You looked really cute in your holiday cardigan. You could feel Seungcheol’s gaze on you. You kept your eyes facing forward, but you couldn’t help a light shiver before you decided it was time to rejoin the fray. Seungcheol looked on from the kitchen, allowing you this familial moment. Dinner passed quickly, everyone enjoying the opportunity to catch up with or get to know each other. You found that you were a big fan of Hyejin. She was funny, clever, and so easy to talk to. Seungcheol and Jihun caught up easily, like old times. Your parents looked on happily at their lovely little family.

“Okay, time for a movie!” your mom announced once everyone had finished eating.

“Movie?” Hyejin wondered and the rest of you stood.

“Family tradition, movie theater after an early dinner,” Cheol answered with a smile. “Are we playing for right to choose? Or perhaps because we have a guest…?” he gestured to Hyejin.

“Oh I think guest chooses,” you nodded supportively.

“Really?” Hyejin was surprised. “Okay, let me see what’s showing,” she laughed, pulling out her phone.

“Ooh I'm excited, good choice again Hyejin!” you bounced on the balls of your feet as you waited in line for concessions.

“Behave,” Seungcheol grabbed you by the shoulders, pinning you in place. 

    A jolt of heat darted through your chest at his grip. You suddenly flashed back to the day of your tattoo. This was a very similar feeling to when Seungcheol had grasped your upper thigh and murmured ‘good girl’ to you, effectively knocking the wind from your lungs. You stilled, unable to face him.

“Good girl,” he went on to commend you thoughtlessly as he perused snack options.

    You blinked. A sharp exhale left your lungs as you struggled with the effect this was having on you. You wanted to punch Seungcheol, how could he be so careless with his words!

“Popcorn,” you answered the teenager when you got to the front of the line.

“What size?”

“Large,” you answered. You had saved room.

“Should we just share a bucket?” Cheol suggested.

“No! Get your own popcorn,” you scrunched your face at him. The possibility of accidentally brushing hands with him was too much to consider right now.

“Okay, damn,” he chuckled bemusedly as he went to order his own popcorn.

    You knew you were acting odd, but you couldn’t help yourself. In an effort to distance yourself from Seungcheol, you wandered towards Jihun and Hyejin, eavesdropping on their conversation. They were discussing something boring so you wandered towards your parents instead.

“YN-ah,” they beckoned you towards them. “How are things since moving back? I know it was always a little small for you here,” your mom asked genuinely.

“You know,” you thought for a moment, wanting to answer honestly, “I was worried I wouldn’t be happy moving back…but I’ve made some good friends and I’m actually pretty happy!”

“That’s great,” your dad smiled at you.

    Your mom studied your expression closely, but you didn’t give much away. She was curious whether your contentment was tied to Seungcheol as much as she hoped it would be. Your parents had always been big fans of Cheol throughout childhood. Part of it was proximity, of course, as Seungcheol had been at the house almost constantly throughout middle and high school. But the other part of it was that they saw the ways in which Seungcheol complimented both you and Jihun. Seungcheol had always had a calm energy and presence that didn’t hinder you from being yourself, but also tempered your personality when occasionally necessary.

“Movie time!” your parents announced, ushering everyone towards theater six. As everyone paired off, you found yourself sitting next to Seungcheol.

“We should’ve just shared a popcorn, we paid basically double to have the same amount in separate bags,” he pouted at you.

“I want to have my own bag, leave me alone!”  you whisper shouted at him, scrunching your face at him in the dark.

    Hyejin giggled as she watched you and Seungcheol with fascination. Jihun had mentioned that you all had been childhood friends, but not that you two were dating. She wondered how long it’d been since you and Seungcheol had gotten together and whether Jihun even knew. She’d have to ask after the movie was over.

“That was good,” you nodded surely as everyone piled into the car. “I was especially a fan of the scenes where the fruit and vegetable carts were upturned. Love me a good ‘my cabbages’ moment!”

“Me too!” Hyejin giggled

    The ride back was filled with excited discussion, laughter, and some good natured teasing. Your parents helped themselves to a slice of apple pie and let you all know you were welcome to the leftovers if you got peckish before they retired to bed. Eventually Jihun and Seungcheol wandered off to look at something in the basement, which allowed you to visit with Hyejin more.

“So how long have you and Seungcheol been dating?” she asked.

“W-what?” you sputtered. “Me and Cheol? No, we’re not!”

“Oh, I’m sorry! Are you really not?” she flushed, “You two seem so close!”

“No, no, don’t be sorry!” you leaned towards her, not wanting her to feel embarrassed, “We are close! But we’ve known each other for years,” you tried to explain.

“That really surprises me. You two seem very much in step with each other,” she mused. She had literally watched him eat the chestnuts that you’d pulled out of your stuffing and set on a side plate.

“I-, I mean I guess we are closer than before these days. I moved back to town a few months ago and Seungcheol is probably one of my closest friends right now,” you thought out loud. You weren’t sure whether it was just the longevity of the relationship, but there was a deep comfort that you had with Seungcheol that just couldn’t be beat.

“Ah, I see,” Hyejin nodded, tipping the rest of her wine back.

“Do you want another drink? Or maybe we can go bother the boys?”

“Why not both?” she laughed, so you led the way.

“Oy, degenerates! What are you doing down here? Smoking weed?” you teased as you bounced down the stairs.

“I mean we could be,” Jihun’s voice called back.

“Holding out on us,” you rolled your eyes playfully at Hyejin as you rounded the corner.

“Hey,” Hyejin grinned, looping an arm around Jihun’s waist and squeezing affectionately.

“Yo,” you punched Seungcheol awkwardly in the shoulder before flopping onto the futon next to him. “It’s been a damn minute since we were all down here, huh!”

“Yes it has,” Cheol’s eyebrows raised dramatically as he considered the length of time. “Probably haven’t been back since before college started.”

    Jihun nodded in agreement and they both took turns sharing fun stories with Hyejin until your eyes started drifting shut. These beers really took a toll on you these days.

“Hey, YN,” Seungcheol’s voice and shoulder nudged you awake.

“Hm?” you murmured.

“You should go to bed,” he suggested.

“No, I’m fine! I’m just resting my eyes,” you protested, struggling to keep the aforementioned eyes open.

“Oh not this again,” Seungcheol shook his head. He had fallen for the ‘resting my eyes’ line a grand total of twice before he’d learned his lesson. That just meant you had already dozed off and were going to fall asleep again shortly. “YN, if you don’t go to bed now, I’m going to carry you up.”

“Do it, you won’t,” you goaded him sleepily. You managed half a yawn before he had hucked you over his shoulder and carried you up the stairs.

Jihun had been scrolling through his phone, and so looked up with slight confusion to see Hyejin grinning knowingly.

    Seungcheol dumped you onto your bed as gently as he could manage, but you still landed with a loud ‘oof’. He scoffed as you curled into your pillows and comforter like a caterpillar into a cocoon. Why couldn’t you just admit you were tired like a normal person?

…

    A few weeks after Thanksgiving, you were at Seungcheol’s again spending quality time with Patty when Jihun Facetimed him unexpectedly. Patty was sitting on your chest on the couch when Seungcheol picked up.

“Hey man, what’s up?”

“Not much, I was just calling to check in. Thanksgiving made me realize that I’ve done a shit job of keeping up with you so I want to change that!”

“Oh, for sure,” Cheol laughed, a little surprised. “Oh, YN is here too!” he directed the phone to you and Patty. You waved from underneath her.

“Oh, YN is there?” you heard Hyejin’s voice in the background. “That reminds me, I’m gonna to text her!”

[hyejin]: ‘hey, I saw an ad for this yesterday and it made me think of you!’

    You squealed in excitement at the attached screenshot she sent of a frog stun gun. It even had a little butt on the back! Patty jumped off of your chest in protest of your loud noise, but your excitement was difficult to contain.

[yn]: ‘OMFG. THNEED’

[hyejin]: ‘right?!? when they do their next shop update, i’m ordering for both of us!’

“Coups, look!” you hopped off of the couch excitedly to show Seungcheol, completely derailing his conversation with Jihun. “It’s a frog. And a self defense stun gun. And it has a butt!” you flipped through the pictures excitedly. Seungcheol nodded good naturedly at you before returning to his discussion with Jihun. 

“I didn’t know you had a cat,” your brother's voice floated across the room. Seungcheol explained the situation, to which Hyejin sent you a slew of texts rapidly.

[hyejin]: ‘are you sure you’re not dating seungcheol?!?’

[hyejin]: ‘you can tell me if you are. i wont tell jihun!’ 

[hyejin]: ‘im cool!’

[yn]: ‘im not!’

You furrowed your brows slightly. You and Hyejin had kept in touch since Thanksgiving and she had taken to fussing over you like an older sister. For the most part you loved it, but this probing about Cheol made you feel…confused. It wasn’t the first time that people had mistaken you as a couple and you almost understood why. No, the thing that was difficult to contend with was the fact that you…didn’t hate it?

[hyejin]: ‘okay 👀 im just sayin not many people would let a cat live at their house just for a friend’

[hyejin]: ‘but maybe im wrong!’

You sat up and watched Seungcheol over the back of the sofa as he chatted with Jihun. You didn’t bother to process what they were saying, but you watched the way the corner of his lips lifted into a half side, revealing one of his dimples. You’d seen his dimples a million and one times before, but this time it felt like your heart shot up into your throat, clogging it. It didn’t seem to matter how many times you tried to clear it either, that bitch was stuck. Seungcheol threw you a ‘you good?’ glance before returning his attention to your brother. There was nothing remarkable about it. There was no reason it should make you nervous. And yet, the slight pinch between his brows and the clear concern in his eyes made you squirm.

“I gotta go!” you announced to Seungcheol and Jihun, waving casually at them before pulling on your shoes. Patty gave you a departing headbutt and you were out the door.

“I thought she didn’t have plans today,” Seungcheol’s expression was clearly confused after you left.

While you drove home with all of the windows rolled down in an effort to regain composure, Seungcheol tied up his conversation with Jihun. The house felt quite empty now that he wasn’t on a call and you were also gone. It was a surprising thought for him to have, since he’d long ago gotten accustomed to being alone and in fact quite liked it. But he’d be an idiot to ignore the fact that his life had changed dimensionally since you’d come back into it.

You’d coaxed him into a closer friendship with his staff members, gifted him the furry little gremlin that he now looked forward to coming home to, and you yourself had become someone that he thought of often and cared for deeply. He’d been unsure whether it was the same kind of proximity based fondness that you had shared before, but upon further consideration, he concluded that this was not the case. These days he didn’t just tolerate you. He sought you out. He wanted to fill his time with you. He wondered if you felt the same.

…

[wren]: ‘come on, please?!’

[yn]: ‘i’m tired 😩’

    You frowned at your phone. You weren’t actually so tired that you didn’t want to go out, but you felt a sort of reluctance to go because you’d been avoiding seeing Seungcheol. It had taken some time to sort through your feelings, but you’d finally accepted that you were struggling with an attraction to him that you needed to get over. You were sure you could, you just needed time.

    Seungcheol ran his hands through his hair as he finished up his profit and loss statements for the month. It had been a good month. In fact, an extraordinarily good month, which also meant that there were many more transactions to account for. In the past, he probably would’ve rather walked off of a bridge than do his P&Ls, but the spreadsheets that you’d help build for him were a genuine lifesaver. You’d even helped with figuring out how to automate data downloads from the PoS system which saved him and Wren a huge amount of headache. He really needed to treat you to dinner or something as a thank you.

[seungcheol]: ‘when are you free?’

    You stared at your phone. What the hell was in the water today? Your heart had jumped when you’d seen Seungcheol’s text. You were of two minds: one wanted to read and respond to it immediately while the other wanted to throw the phone into a garbage chute. As usual, you let both sides percolate before reaching a happy compromise. You read the text but didn’t respond until later.

[yn]: ‘kind of depends. what for?’

[seungcheol]: ‘i want to take you out.’

[seungcheol]: ‘as a thank you for the p&l spreadsheets’

    Your hopes rose and fell just as quickly as you read the texts in sequence. It was a professional matter.

[yn]: ‘that’s not necessary! friends help each other’

    His brow scrunched upon reading the word ‘friend’. It sent such a pang through his chest that he wasn’t expecting, but he felt persistent today.

[seungcheol]: ‘i dont see why that should stop me from showing you that i appreciate you. let me know when you’re free for dinner’

Your heart flip flopped in your chest. How could you get through a dinner with him when just a text affected you like this? And yet you had no valid reason to say no.

…

    You tapped your toe nervously as you waited for Seungcheol. You had decided on Friday after work and he had insisted on driving you, because he had wanted to keep the restaurant a surprise. So here you were, 6:12 pm on Friday and incredibly, unreasonably nervous about dinner. You wondered if you could still cancel.

[seungcheol]: ‘here’

“So much for that,” you muttered to yourself before stepping out of your apartment. The only indication of dress code that Cheol had given you was ‘don’t look like a hobo’, so you’d chosen a simple black dress with a colorful and fun cardigan. There was a slight chill in the air, so you pulled the cardigan a little tighter around yourself as you climbed into his car.

“Hey,” he broke into a smile as soon as he saw you. “You look nice.”

“Thanks,” you replied as you buckled your seatbelt. You gave him a quick once over as he backed out of the parking space. He was dressed in all black and the visual focal point was a half-pearl, half-chain choker necklace that really stood out. “Oh I like that!”

“I thought you might,” he grinned at you as he leaned back, settling into his seat after getting onto the highway. “It seems your kind of style,” he explained when your brows furrowed.

“Ah,” you nodded, not quite sure what to say. “So where are we eating, will you tell me now?”

“Yes. We’re going to Kyōten, in the city.”

“What?!” you glanced at him, slightly alarmed, “That’s kind of a haul!”

“It’s not too bad. Plus our reservation is at 7:30. I budgeted enough time.”

“Still, you don’t have to drive that far! We could’ve eaten somewhere in town,” you grumbled.

“I’ve been wanting to try this place too. Not everything’s about you, baby,” he teased. This was true in part. Seungcheol was interested in the omakase menu at this restaurant, but he likely wouldn’t have gone by himself. “How’s work been, by the way? I feel like I haven’t seen you around much lately.”

    You flushed at the moniker ‘baby’ before pushing through it to answer him. It was true, you’d been working a handful of extra shifts at work here and there in preparation for the holiday season. But you’d also been making yourself scarce because you still couldn’t control the physical reaction that you sometimes had to Seungcheol. You omitted that part in your answer, but did share a handful of funny stories that had happened at work lately. Seungcheol, in turn, updated you on some of the interesting happenings at the studio as of late. Hoshi had finally been able to do the largest tiger flash that he had available, which had been incredibly exciting to him. Joshua had attended the annual APP conference and made a lot of good contacts. The studio was working out details on a guest piercer spot in the near future. Before you knew it, you had pulled into the parking ramp near the restaurant.

“Oh it’s windy!” you remarked as you stepped out of the car.

“Here,” Seungcheol pulled a spare puffer jacket out of his backseat and handed it to you. You’d wrapped it around yourself gratefully as you completed the short walk to Kyōten.

“We have a reservation for 7:30. Seungcheol,” he informed the hostess. She nodded kindly and led you through the dark space towards the sushi bar. You remarked at the beautiful architecture and decor as you hopped onto the bar stool. “I’ll just stand, if that’s okay?” he asked the hostess, tucking his stool slightly to his left under the bar.

“Have you all done this before?” you asked the people sitting next to you as you waited.

“No, we haven’t!” they shook their heads, “Have you?”

“Oh thank god! No, I definitely haven’t. You haven’t either, right?” you asked Seungcheol, realizing you didn’t know.

“No,” he shook his head.

“Don’t be nervous! Just eat what they give you,” the couple on the other side of the bar from you smiled kindly. “The chefs here are great, they’re very interactive and fun. Just have a good time.”

    Reassured now that the ice was broken, the six of you chatted before the chef came. The pair next to you shared that they were celebrating their second anniversary. They had also driven in and were staying for a long weekend in the city.

“That’s so fun, I love that! We’re just here for the night,” you smiled at them, the sake warming you from the inside out.

“What about you two? Is this a special occasion?”

“Sort of,” Seungcheol answered, draping his arm across the back of your stool as he did so. “It’s a thank you dinner for YN. She’s been a huge help with my business this year, so I thought I ought to show her my appreciation properly.”

“What do you do?” Miseon asked curiously.

“I run a tattoo and piercing studio,” he answered.

    As he explained in more detail, you felt like your back was itching, the way you were hyper aware of his arm draped behind you. Seungcheol had gotten closer and closer to you as he’d engaged in the conversation with Miseon and Nuri. It wasn’t like you weren’t used to physical closeness with him, but the interior of this restaurant was so intimately lit that it tricked you into overthinking the whole situation. Even after the chef arrived and dinner commenced, he didn’t distance himself from you at all.

“Would you like to join us for a few drinks? We’re having such fun with you!” Nuri asked once you were all back on the sidewalk.

    Seungcheol looked to you, indicating that he was game. The way you smiled back at him, flushed in the apples of your cheeks, made his breath hitch.

“Sure!” you nodded excitedly. You’d also really enjoyed Nuri and Miseon and were happy to keep the night going.

    The four of you did some quick googling before settling on a bar a few blocks away. At the second crosswalk, you’d been a little too engaged in the conversation and nearly stepped into oncoming traffic. Without thought, Seungcheol had hooked his arm around your waist to pull you back and simply left it there. Your eyes flew to him at this touch. He was looking straight ahead and you were surprised when the idea of planting a kiss along his jaw popped into your mind. You flushed and shook your head when his head turned to look at you again.

    The bar was cute and the next hours passed quickly as you chatted with Nuri and Miseon and enjoyed the ambiance and music. A few times you had looked up to see Seungcheol’s dark eyes trained on you from across the bar and you’d flushed each time. Before too long you were saying your goodbyes and driving back home. The car was quiet as you and Seugcheol both reflected on the night.

    Even though he had framed it up as a ‘thank you’ dinner, you felt like that label didn’t quite fit. You might have been overthinking it, but Kyōten had been so intimate and the way that Seungcheol’s touches seemed to linger felt different than your usual closeness. You’d also been mistaken as a couple a few times and neither of you had bothered to correct them, which you usually did. Perhaps it was the context of being in a city you didn’t live in, but it just didn’t seem important this time.

    Seungcheol tapped his fingers against the gearshift as he drove. He’d known Kyōten might be a little more romantic than your typical dinner with a friend, but he’d chosen it because he’d overheard you share with Wren that you were really interested in trying omakase style dining. It hadn’t been totally conscious on his part, but he’d found himself finding ways to be closer to you throughout the evening and he’d been surprised at how you’d responded. You hadn’t shied away from his touch and he’d seen you blush a few times throughout the night in ways that made him wonder if his attraction towards you wasn't completely one sided.

“Did you have fun?” he asked, glancing towards you as he drove down the dark roads.

“Yes,” you beamed at him, “Although you spent entirely too much money, Cheol.”

“Hey!” he cut you off with a stern look, “I told you, this is a show of my appreciation. Let me just appreciate you.”

“Hm,” you pursed your lips at him, trying and failing to not imagine those words in a different context.

    Seungcheol pressed his tongue against his cheek. He’d always enjoyed the way you reacted when he teased you.

“Thanks for driving,” you threw him a smile before reaching for the door handle. You were eager to get out of this car, which felt entirely too hot right now.

“I’ll walk you,” he announced, leaving the car as well and stepping to your side.

“Oh?” you were surprised. This was not typical.

“I really enjoyed tonight,” he commented as you stepped onto the front stoop of your apartment building.

“Me too!” you beamed, eyes creasing softly at him.

“I want to tell you something,” he cleared his throat and your heart stopped.

“O-kay,” you nodded a moment later when you were actually able to retrieve your voice.

“I-, uh,” he cleared his throat again when he tried to speak. “You are very important to me, so I want you to know that nothing has to change between us after I say what I say.”

    You blinked at him, heart racing so fast that you were worried you wouldn’t be able to hear him over its beating.

“My life has changed a lot since you moved back. I am closer to my friends, the shop is doing really well, and I have a cat that I guess I love now. And that’s mostly because of you, so thank you for that. But also, I, uh, my feelings about you have changed. I think about you often and my house honestly just feels empty when you’re not there. So I like you,” he felt like he was shouting now, so he tried to reign it in, “I like you and you don’t have to say anything, I just want you to know.”

    Your brain had screeched to a halt and you were frozen throughout most of his confession. The cogs started turning again as he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and let you know he’d text you tomorrow. He was back in his car when you’d gathered yourself enough to run after him.

“Hey!” you practically jumped out in front of his car as he tried to leave the parking spot.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he shouted, jumping out of the car after slamming on the brakes and putting it back in park.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You couldn’t explain why, but you were fuming. “You need to be less careless with your words!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Seungcheol threw his hands up, completely caught off guard by the fact that you were…yelling at him?

“You can’t just call me ‘good girl’ while you’re tattooing my inner thigh or tell me you like me and then leave? What about me and my sanity?”

“What?” Seungcheol’s eyebrows raised into his hairline as he processed what you had said. Surely you didn’t mean…?

    He was taking too long to understand so you walked towards him, grabbed him by that damned pearl chain necklace, and pulled him into a kiss. He was surprised for just a moment before he was kissing you back intently.

“Were you doing it on purpose?” you asked between kisses.

“What?” he asked, not totally grasping what you were asking.

“Was it on purpose?” you reiterated, fingers teasing at the hairs on the back of his neck. “Your little touches, grabbing my waist? You were driving me crazy,” you exhaled sharply.

    Seungcheol paused at this confession, drawing back to look at you fully. His eyes raked over you and you grew hot under his gaze.

“It wasn’t, but I guess I couldn’t help myself,” he chuckled, lips curling into a half smile.

“Turn your car off,” you demanded and Seungcheol was more than happy to comply.

[wingsoverlagos]

@mythserene's fantastic exposé “A Beatle Didn’t Say That! Lewisohn’s Lab-Created Quotes” exposed several altered, sewn-together, and otherwise doctored quotes from Mark Lewisohn’s Tune In: The Beatles: All These Years (henceforth Tune In). I already had a less-than-favorable view of Lewisohn’s work after @anotherkindofmindpod's mammoth “Fine Tuning” series, a well-researched, often infuriating, always entertaining series that laid out the overarching bias in Tune In, but there can still be value in a biased work, particularly if you consume it with that bias in mind. Doctoring quotes, on the other hand--for a biography of supposed historical import, that's a capital offense. So how could a big-name author, revered for his rigor and devotion to primary sources, put so many barely-concealed doctored quotes into his work? Why would he do it? And if @mythserene could turn up several as part of an initial investigation, just how many of the quotes in Tune In weren’t actually quotes?

Naturally, I’ve chosen to do the sane thing, and check each of his sources, one by one.

I’ve started with David Sheff’s 1980 Playboy interview of John and Yoko, which Lewisohn cites 19 times in Tune In. Of these nineteen citations, sixteen are in some way altered, many in substantial, meaningful ways. I’m working on a longer post with side-by-side comparisons of all sixteen altered quotes, but that’s taking me aaaages to construct. In the meantime, here are two examples that illustrate some of the common ways Lewisohn alters source material.

A note on sources and notation: My numbering system for Tune In's footnotes is Chapter Number-Endnote Number, with "P" used for the prologue. My comparisons were made using All We Are Saying (David Sheff, 2000, St. Martin's Griffin, 229p). Page numbers are given as Sheff 2000. Lewisohn recommends the version of this book contemporaneously published in the UK by Sidgwick & Jackson as "the best available publication of this Q&A" (P-22). Onwards!

We will start at the end with the quote Lewisohn uses to close out Tune In (36-16). Sheff 2000 (p.72-73) on the top, Lewisohn on the bottom, commentary under a cut.

Highlighted in yellow are changes made by Lewisohn; in pink, a phrase of Lewisohn's invention. Hardly his most egregious work, but it demonstrates four common features you'll find in many of his altered quotes. They are:

First: The misleading use of the ellipsis. An ellipsis can be used to indicate text omitted from the original quote, but Lewisohn uses it here where there is no omission. He does the same thing with brackets in other quotes. This is one of the strangest patterns I've found while fact checking, and I can't figure out why he does it. Is it sloppiness? Or is he using notation that looks correct to give his work the semblance of academic credibility while distracting from parts of the quote he's actually changed?

Second: The pointless switcheroo of "the best rock 'n' roll group" and "the best pop group". Lewisohn frequently flips the order of words in a list, phrases in a sentence, or sentences in a larger quoted passage. Frequently, as here, this has no effect on the quote's meaning. It seems arbitrary.

Third: The glib closing line. I've found a few other examples of Lewisohn inventing a closing line to a quote that wraps up the meaning he wants the reader to take from it with a tidy bow. This line feels out of place, doesn't it? It's a little too tidy, a little too cheesy-dialogue-y.

Fourth: The tonal shift. This line comes from a larger exchange in the original interview where John discusses whether the Beatles will get back together, and what their musical legacy is. He seems proud of the Beatles, but he also seems conflicted, jaded, tormented by constant dissatisfaction with his musical/artistic output. Never satisfied. By adding his final line, Lewisohn turns an emotionally complex statement into the victory lap of a has-been, a high school quarterback reflecting on their glory days. It flattens John Lennon, and it's hardly the only example. Which brings us to...

The quoted passage (found on Sheff 2000 p.182) is highlighted in yellow in both the source (above) and Tune In footnote 10-9 (below). In pink, Lewisohn's words, as attributed to John Lennon. Minor changes underlined in red.

This is one of the more well-known quotes in the Playboy 1980 interview, in which John discusses his past violent behavior, particularly his domestic abuse. I’ve included John’s whole answer because what Lewisohn chooses to omit here says as much as what he included/invented.

The changes to the yellow section are minor. The pink section is egregious. We have several sentences of John Lennon admitting to and reflecting on his violence against women, and Lewisohn distills that into “uwu hitting females bad, too sorry to talk about it.” It restates the section Lewisohn did quote, and it shrinks a major stride John took in taking some accountability for his actions.

I can see why Lewisohn would think saying less words, particularly less explicit words on this topic would make John look better, but it really doesn’t. Again, Lennon is flattened, stripped of his emotional complexity and his ability to meaningfully self-reflect.

Also, “females”? Really, Mark?

[crushedgraham]

Could you do pre-Widowmaker Amélie x fem!reader headcanons where her gf is an author who works from home? Just some things about what it’s like dating the French ballet dancer Amélie and maybe some smut headcanons too? 🤭💗

NOT YALL BEING A WATTPAD POWER COUPLEEE

when you moved to paris, you were expecting it to like...smell like croissants and love or something

but the romanticized version of paris online LIED TO YOU.

there was trash covering the streets and it reeked of piss

rent literally costed you three limbs and your liver

the sole reason that you moved there was for your writing career but it was pretty hard to find inspiration in rats and trash

though everything changed when your editor sent you a ticket to a ballet show after your book hit number one in the U.S

even though you devoted your life to writing cheesy love stories, what you felt when you saw her was something so surreal that no amount of words could do it justice

your heart pounded and fluttered in your chest as she floated across the stage

when she was taking her bows, that's when her eyes found you

Amélie smiled at you and you swore you could've passed out

as she walked off stage she winked at you and blew a kiss

the weeks that followed were plagued with thoughts of Amélie

so you did what you were good at; you wrote about her

you were sat on a blanket at a park, scribbling quickly with a dip pen to hurriedly get all your thoughts on the paper

that is until a feminine voice cleared her throat

when you look up, you're sent back to that night at the ballet

somehow, she's even more beautiful in her casual attire

you snap out of your trance when she waves the paper in front of your face

"Mademoiselle? I believe this belongs to you. Your writing's quite beautiful"

god, the small smile on her face tells you that she knows you were writing about her

you rush out a quick "thank you" while hurrying to take the paper back

though you're too embarrassed to notice the cursive phone number and kiss of lipstick on the bottom of the page

and that's how your relationship starts

you moved into Amélie's castle when she found out you were lowkey a starving artist (she thought it was absurd how much of your revenue from sales were cut and distributed before being sent to you)

she's pretty quiet, on dates it's mainly you talking while she rests her chin in her hand, sipping lazily on her wine and nodding along to whatever you're saying

Amélie enjoys the fact that words don't need to be exchanged between you two, just being in each others presence is enough

which means that a lot of the times you're writing in her practice room while she goes through different routines

it's pretty luxurious, there's a modern couch tucked into a nook in the back, a large tv in the upper corner and a statement piece chandelier in the middle of the high ceiling

Amélie loves catching you staring instead of writing while she practices or stretches

but on the other hand, she loves watching you type

something about the way your fingers glide across the keyboard just ignites a fire in her

this means that neither of you are very productive bc "work sessions" lead to something a little more fun 😉

just kneeling behind Amélie while shes bent over the wood railing along the mirrors; your tongue buried inside her dripping cunt and your hands firmly squeezing her plump ass

or in your office, she'll smile mischievously at you from the space underneath your desk while eating you out or sucking on your strap; if its the latter then you'll drag her up by her hair to fuck her in your lap, on the desk or hell even against the large window

your work will get knocked off the desk, papers sent flying across the room but you could care less when you're 8 inches deep inside of her

but when y'all aren't acting like horny savages, Amélie'll lean over your shoulder with her arms draped over you to read your newest works

she inspires you a lot, you even wrote a book inspired by your relationship ☹️

Amélie doesn't know this (or at least you thought she didnt) but you have a folder of poetry specifically dedicated to her

one day she comes across it hidden away in your drawer and she decides that youre the one shes gonna marry.

when you're seen at an event together with matching bands on your ring fingers the press and your fans go crazy

you may or may not have dragged Amélie to the bathroom...

but who could blame you when she was dolled up and whispering dirty little remarks in your ear

pictures of you two leaving the event early with messy hair and lipstick and hickeys staining your skin were released but you could care less

having her by your side was all that mattered

[oscconfessions]

"cheesy hfj is uncomfortable with one nsfw!" okay. and is cheesy hfj in the room with us right now?

I'll state right here off the bat that I do not have a copy of the original statement nor do I have any credible accounts of context. This is not a response to Cheesy Hfj and is instead a response to the way the fandom reuses his statement to attempt policing of fandom spaces.

as someone who has dredged through years and years of mcyt boundaries discourse i've learned some very important things about fandom-creator interactions. First and foremost is that boundaries are about how you interact with a person, and NOT how you interact away from them.

The ONE fandom is a fan space, and cannot be policed by the show's creator. It is detached from the creator as nature of being a space for fans. Places where show creators (or anyone, really) should not go without knowing where they're going, places like AO3, Tumblr, and Rule 34.

NSFW content of ONE is not inherently wrong, and discomfort of it is also not wrong. Both the content and those in discomfort can coexist thanks to the beauty of keeping shit where it belongs. It's a truly wonderful thing. NSFW stays to adult spaces and nobody (😐😐😐😐looking at you osctok) spreads it outside of these spaces. (it is very rarely the artists who do this btw) Ok I'm going to end this off before I start ranting proper,

concluding statement : NSFW ONE fan content is 100% okay to create and consume, as long as it is distributed responsibly.

-⚠

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[istorkyou]

The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - See individual chapters. STRICTLY 18+

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Word Count - 3229

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

Moodboard - The beautiful moodboard is made the magical, amazing @serasvictoria. Thank you so much xxxx

This was beta read by my aussie wife who has left Tumblr. All love, all the time Lou x

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Masterpost

CHAPTER 14

The morning of the ball you are a bag of nerves.

“Y/N, I’ve done something and I don't want any protests because it’s done now and I can’t undo it.” Ivar's warning tone is surprising.

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “What have you done, Ivar?”

“I may have arranged for a hair stylist and a makeup artist to come here to get you ready for the ball. Please don’t take it the wrong way like I think you aren’t capable of doing it yourself, I just wanted to pamper you a bit, try and take off some of the pressure. Ok?” His face is pulled in apprehension.

You walk to him and throw your arms around his neck.

“Oh thank fuck, thank you so much, Ivar! I’ve been so worried about doing my own hair and I was kicking myself that I hadn’t booked in anywhere. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You cover his face in kisses.

His face is so proud it’s adorable.

—————————————-

The glam team gets to his apartment and immediately starts discussing what to do for you. You show them the dress.

“I had an idea for hair earlier, I was thinking soft waves, like a 40s siren. With bright red lips?” You show them some pictures.

“Perfect. Classic. Love it,” shouts Caleb and he starts moving your hair into the shape in the photo.

“Yes, I’ve the perfect shade of red for your skin tone, we will do a less bold eye with statement winged liner” Jasmine, the makeup artist says excitedly.

They get to work right away.

Esmé even comes over a bit later in the day to make sure everything with the dress is ok.

“I feel like I’m heading off to the bloody Oscars,” you huff out a laugh at the three of them.

“You bloody look like you are,” Caleb retorts.

“It’s an important social event, Y/N,” Esmé tells you.

“Not as important as Pizza Sundays with the girls, which you must come to by the way. Sadie says she knows you and she asked me to ask you to come if I saw you again,” you tell Esmé, a little blush forms on her face at the mention of Sadie. You grin at her. It’s the same blush Sadie had when you mentioned you’d met Esmé.

“Sounds great, I would love to.”

When you are all ready you slip on Aslaug's heels and look at yourself in the mirror. You barely recognise yourself. Jesus Christ, I actually look hot. Legitimately hot. Ivar is going to be so proud to be seen with me.

Caleb, Jasmine and Esmé act like your own personal hype men which gives you the confidence to go and show Ivar. The three of them pack up and head for the elevator shouting out to Ivar that he is in for a treat.

You leave Ivar’s room, looking forward to his reaction.

He is waiting for you as you round the corner into the living room area.

His mouth drops open. He’s deliberately chosen to not see your dress and has not been in the bedroom all afternoon, so this is the first time seeing you in anything like this.

“See, baby, you can polish a turd.” you joke and laugh at yourself.

He just stares at you. Mouth wide open. Eyes roaming all over you.

You do a little twirl and look at him over your shoulder, letting him see your naked back with the line of jewels running down your spine. He groans at the sight of you, covering his mouth and rubbing his chin. You spin back round to face him.

“Say something, Ivar. I’m getting uncomfortable with you just staring at me!”

“We can't go,” he says seriously. “It’s a bad look for the CEO to be walking around with a raging hard on all night.” You burst out laughing at his words.

“I can’t even help you with it, I can’t mess up my makeup or hair!” You tell him from under your lashes.

“You are breathtaking. You are stunning. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. None of these words are doing you justice, Y/N.”

You eyes sweep over him in his tuxedo. “You look incredible in that tux, sexy as fuck” you walk to him but he steps away.

“Just let me look at you for a bit longer. My god, what did I do in a previous life to deserve you?” His voice is nothing but sincere.

You huff out a laugh at him. “Probably the same thing I did to deserve you,” you walk to him and cup his cheek, “we better get going.” His face is dazed. “Ivar, snap out of it, we need to go,” you laugh at him.

“Ok, but you have to walk in front of me all night so I can admire the view,” his voice is predatory now.

“Deal.”

“Oh, Sadie sent me some cufflinks, can you do them up for me?” He holds out the box. Two cufflinks with your initials engraved on one and his initial engraved on the other.

“You don’t have to wear those, Ivar,” you tell him, you wonder if he is doing it for Sadies sake.

“I fucking do, I love them,” holding his arms out for you to help him.

———————————————————

You navigate the red carpet quickly, you spend a couple of minutes being photographed with Ivar, it’s so disorientating. People are shouting your names and you need to get out of the flashes so you whisper to Ivar you are going to head inside to the party, he gives you a kiss and the flashes go wild. You hurry inside leaving Ivar to it. You head to the bar quickly, and order an old fashioned. Your hands are shaking.

Hvitserk finds you trying to steady your nerves.

“Y/N, so nice to finally meet you in person, not just on FaceTime! I feel like I know you already the amount of time Ivar spends talking about you,” he smiles at your cringing face. “How was the red carpet?”

“Fucking horrific. I’m shaking!” You exclaim. You show him your trembling hand and he takes it in his.

“It gets easier, promise. You look amazing, by the way. Ivar has been smitten with you since you first met, as was Ubbe, I can see why,” he gives a smile, “I’m pleased that Ivar was the one, Y/N. He deserves happiness, and it’s clear you give him that.” You give him a look of genuine appreciation and a peck on the cheek.

“Get off her,” Ivar's voice is joking behind his brother “I refuse to let another Lothbrok man kiss my girl.” You both spin to him, Hvitserk puts both hands up and smirks at Ivar.

“Baby, just a heads up. Freydis is here, she just came up to me on the carpet and there were pictures taken.” He looks so angry that it makes you chuckle.

“Meh, don’t worry about it,” you shrug.

“Two old fashioneds please.” Ivar asks the bartender, giving you a wink.

“How has you being polite become an ‘in’ joke for us?” You laugh.

—————————————————

The night is surprisingly fun. The music is good and Ivar asks you to dance when a slow song comes on.

He leads you to the dance floor and pulls you close to him, one hand entwined with yours and the other hand slides down from the nape of your neck coming to rest on the small of your back.

It’s almost as though you are the only people in this ballroom, but you quickly become aware of the eyes on you and he must feel the tension in your body.

“Just ignore everyone, love. Don't worry about the eyes, it’s just you and me. Like it always is, like it always will be. They don’t matter.” His voice is so reassuring that you relax into him.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers in your ear, “Thank you so much for coming with me tonight. I used to dread these things but now I have you, it’s enjoyable. I love you.” Your heart skips a beat and you kiss him on his cheek.

“I love you, Ivar.” You can feel his smile against your cheek.

“Baby, we can’t stop dancing until my boner goes down.” He says quietly, making you throw your head back in laughter.

———————

Ivar has to go and mingle with the guests and you head towards the restrooms.

Aslaug catches your eye as you walk through the event and beckons you over. She gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“Y/N. Stunning, sensational, classic.” She tells you, you spin around to show her the necklace.

“Perfect, very you,” she winks and you laugh. You chat for a few minutes then you head off to use the bathroom.

You couldn’t have picked a more awkward time. Freydis is standing, reapplying her lipstick in the mirror.

You use the toilet and come out to wash your hands. She is still standing looking in the mirror.

“Oh hello. Nice to meet the woman who stole my boyfriend,” she spits the words at you.

You turn to look behind you for dramatic effect, you know she’s speaking about you. You let out a massive sigh. “We both know that’s not true. You weren't together.”

“Well we would have been if it wasn’t for you. He’s just slumming it with you for a bit then will come back to the calibre of woman he deserves.” She goes back to applying her lipstick with a satisfied look on her face.

You scoff and turn to leave, but you can’t let her rudeness slide.

“You think you are better than me, why is that?” You walk to her side and face her. She shifts uncomfortably.

“You aren't a patch on me. You don’t move in the same circles as us. He needs someone more accomplished than you,” she says patronisingly, looking you up and down.

“How are you accomplished?” You ask genuinely.

“I am on the board of charities, I have raised huge amounts of money.” She looks so self satisfied it irks you.

“Freydis, that’s amazing, genuinely, but you are able to do that because you were born into an incredibly wealthy family. You haven’t had to make your own way in the world. Do you even pay for your own house, car, clothes, food? Don’t get me wrong, good for you, I am not hating on you, but don’t for one second think you are better than me because of it. You are just luckier than me because of it.” Your tone is light as you explain your view to her, her face is shocked.

You go to leave but turn back to her, “Ivar and I are in love, I’m sorry if you like him and that hurts your feelings, but that’s the reality of it.”

A fleeting expression of sadness crosses her face. You give her a quick sympathetic squeeze on her hand and leave.

——————-

You head to the bar and order your usual. As you are enjoying watching the bartender make your drink, the hairs in the back of your neck prickle. You feel a finger slide from your neck all the way down your spine and dip under the fabric of your dress into the crack of your ass. You spin around shocked, you thought it was Ivar at first but you know he wouldn’t have gone below the line of your dress in a room full of his colleagues. He wouldn’t disrespect you like that.

You are faced with a giant man, you only reach up to his chest, with heels on. His face is familiar, he reminds you of Ubbe.

“Hello beautiful, that’s quite the dress.” His eyes are all over you and it makes your skin crawl.

Anger flares within you at his disrespect. “Don’t touch me like that. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Someone who can show you a good time, or maybe you can show me a good time. Do you charge by the hour?” His hand reaches out to touch your shoulder, you flinch away from him and he laughs “I’m Bjorn Lothbrok.”

This is Ivar’s half brother, same father, different mother. Ivar hasn’t told you much about him, but what he has told you isn’t positive.

The memory of his fingers on you makes outrage course through your veins, why do some men think they can do whatever they want to women? And he thinks I am a prostitute. You are seething. The wild woman within you makes you decide to teach the oaf a lesson, the setting you are in be damned.

You smile seductively and take a step into his space. He raises an eyebrow at your movement but his expression changes quickly when he feels your stiletto on the top of his foot. You shift all your weight onto the heel digging into him. His face grimaces and he goes to push you off him.

“Don’t make a scene, big man, if you touch me I will be very, very vocal,” you threaten him as you grind your stiletto further into his foot with a sickenly false smile on your face.

Your lip curls in disgust. “Do not ever touch a woman you don’t know like that again, you fucking pervert. Women aren’t here for your enjoyment, we have a right to feel safe and remain unmolested. Whether you believe me to be a prostitute or not, that is not how you approach a woman.” You nod at him with your eyebrows raised. You grind your heel again, getting satisfaction from the pain that crosses his features.

“Now, can I remove my heel and let you out into this civilised crowd with a promise you will keep your filthy fucking hands to yourself?” Your voice is light and airy but you are still feeling a burn of rage in your stomach.

You look down at his shoe, your heel has pierced the leather and probably the skin under it. Good.

“You might need some antiseptic on that foot, the expensive Italian leather hasn’t offered you much in the way of protection, has it?” You remove your heel, painfully slowly so you can see the savour the look on his face.

“I’m going to have you thrown out of here, you little fucking bitch!” His face is pulled into a threatening expression.

“Oh I’m not a little bitch, I’m a giant fucking bitch when it comes to dealing with assholes like you. Good luck getting me thrown out, you fucking ape,” you hiss at him.

Ivar has caught the end of the exchange and hurries over to you, searching your face. He puts his arm around your waist and stares at Bjorn.

“Is she yours?” Bjorn asks Ivar, gesturing at you.

You cut Ivar off before he can say anything. “No I am not, he doesn’t own me, but we are together if that is what you meant, and not just for the night, you Neanderthal. Please don’t be mistaken though, I would have put a hole through your foot whoever the fuck I was with after the way you touched me”

Ivars face swings to Bjorn. “What the fuck did you do?”

His eyes are back on you. “What do you mean ‘the way he touched you?”

The look on Ivar's face is scary, his jaw muscles are ticking and his nostrils are flaring in pure, unadulterated rage, his fists are clenched, his eyes back on Bjorn.

Shit, he is going to explode, he can’t in front of all these people, his colleagues. I can’t be responsible for fucking with his business.

“Ivar, love, look at me,” you say softly, slipping your hand into his. His face turns to you, “calm down please, he’s not worth it. It’s ok, I’m ok. I promise you.”

His face softens whilst looking at you but turns hard when he turns back to Bjorn.

“Get the fuck out of here Bjorn, you weren’t even invited. If you ever come near her again I will personally make sure it’s the last thing you do.” He motions for security.

Bjorn looks at Ivar, weighing up his options, looking around at the people in the room. He goes quietly, not before sneering at you both.

Ivars turns to you, his expression completely different, full of worry. “Baby, what did he do? Are you ok?” His hand is on your cheek. You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“I’m ok, Ivar,” you run both hands up his arms and wrap them around his neck “nothing I didn’t handle, just let it go. I do not like him at all,” you huff.

You don’t know it but Aslaug has seen the whole exchange between you and Bjorn from the other side of the room. You also don’t see her mouth pulled into a proud smile as you calm Ivar down quickly and effortlessly.

Ivar pulls you in for a cuddle, his hand running from your back up to the nape of your neck.

“I’m done here, baby, let’s get back to our normal life.”

“Ivar, this is part of our normal life. You have a job to do here, go off and do it and we will leave as soon as we can. Don’t worry, I was on my way over to your brothers before Bjorn interrupted me.” You kiss him and usher him away to a group of old looking men in tuxedos.

He kisses your hand. “As soon as I’m finished we are out of here, I promise,” he walks back to you and whispers in your ear. “I am fucking you in the dress tonight.”

“Iris suggested you can use my necklace as a leash,” his eyes flutter closed and a horny groan leaves him. He reaches behind you and gives it the tiniest of tugs, your eyes widen. “Not here, Ivar!”

The look he gives you sends a shiver all over your skin. He leans in slowly and kisses you.

“I will be as quick as I can, now I mean, not later.” His mouth is close to your ear and he whispers “Later I am taking my time with you, there is not an inch of your body I’m not going to lick,” he winks and walks off.

Aslaug is at your side before you realise and you know you are still blushing at Ivars words.

“Are you ok? I saw your exchange with Bjorn. I was on my way over until I saw you handling the situation on your own. He shouldn’t be here anyway, I am sorry at the way he treated you,” she says, her face is like thunder.

“Not to worry, I’m pretty sure I’m going to have left a stiletto shaped scar on his foot, a reminder to not be such a pervert,” you tell her with a shrug. “I’m sorry if there is blood on your heels, Aslaug,” you shrug and giggle.

“Worth it,” she winks at you. “Come and meet some of the board, they are looking forward to meeting the woman who has melted Ivars cold heart.”

“Cold heart?”

“Oh yes dear, you didn’t know the old Ivar, you have made a big change in him.”

Chapter 15

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Dieter and the Pea

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 678

Summary: a trip to the mattress stores brings up some insecurities

Warnings: some swearing, slight suggestions to sauciness because it’s Dieter, lots of fluff

Check out masterlist here

“That’s a lot of mattresses.”

“Well it is a mattress store.”

“Could we pile them up so…?”

“I don’t think the store would like it if we did that.”

“I forgot to bring a pea anyways.”

“We already know you’re a princess Dieter.”

You were put in charge of remodelling Dieter’s house, well now yours and Dieter’s house. He was leaving everything in your hands, spare no expense. You would never buy Patagonian Toothfish and call it Chilean Seabass, somehow causing an outbreak of dinosaurs, so you put in your research for various reasonable pieces of furniture.

You kept the living room in its mid-century theme but had trouble finding a big enough couch until Dieter went and got one custom made with stain resistant fabric which he thoroughly tested out, sometimes involving you.

The big dining table was replaced with one smaller so it could be closer to the kitchen. “We only used the dining table once and it wasn’t for eating,” you told him in your defence. “You weren’t eating, but I was feasting,” was his counter argument.

Now you were focusing on the bedroom; you were going for a French provincial style which to Dieter meant furniture from Beauty and the Beast without it coming to life and talking to you. You found a lovely four poster bed which Dieter went and bought without hearing about any other options. You were feeling bad about spending all of Dieter’s money even if he stated that wasn’t an issue with him.

Now you brought him along to try out mattresses. Dieter’s method of trying them out was doing his best impression of a tree and falling on to them. He gestured you over when he found one that felt suitable, and he made a good choice, but he caught you looking at the price.

“You have that look.”

“What look?”

“The one where you’re stuck in your head.”

You lay back on the mattress next to him, “It’s just…well you don’t ask any rent from me and you’re buying all the furniture, I feel like I’m not contributing anything.”

“You contribute heaps,” he took your hand to reaffirm his statement, “You should’ve seen the place before it got it’s magazine makeover, it was a dump.” You raised your eyebrows for him to continue, “I only lived out of one room, the lumpy mattress lived on the floor, I had a beanbag as a couch, and I didn’t even have a TV.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it was a dump. I grew up in a trailer home, then an artists commune and I never really properly lived with anyone before, I was always couch-surfing or living out of motels once I struck out on my own. I never knew what I’d like in my own home. And I never had anyone live with me, well, we slept in separate rooms, so it didn’t really count…” you squeezed his hand, drawing him out of his dark memories, “Now it actually feels like a home with you here, and you seem to know what I like, which helps because I don’t know.”

“We have similar styles, I feel.”

“Well it’s a nice feeling. I never liked going home because it was always lonely, but now I love coming home. And the place smells like cookies which is amazing,” you both smiled, “Your cookies were the second thing about you that I feel in love with.”

“What was the first thing?”

“You. Sorry, that was cheesy.”

“I love cheese.”

“I know you do,” you giggled as he kissed you, “You’re thinking about cheese now, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. And about dinner.”

Dieter laid back on the mattress, “So you like this one?”

You wiggled around a bit, “I do, do you like it?”

He joined you in the wiggling, “Yeah, it should keep up with our nighttime activities.”

“You mean sleeping?”

“That too.”

“We can always return it.”

“Not after one night with us we can’t.”

“That’s why we have towels, we need to buy more of them by the way.”

Films referenced: Jurassic Park (1993), Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle @cevans-is-classic @glshmbl

[ironstrangle]

Kissing Sam Wilson #19 - Actors (SamBucky, 600 words)

@samsseptember - Celebrity AU | Royalty AU

Sam was Captain America, and he did not have time for celebrities. Even if those celebrities were gorgeous actors with pretty blue eyes, eyes that made his heart do flip-flops in his chest. He tried to act as uninterested as possible when Sharon introduced him to James Barnes, but it was hard to keep the dopey look off of his face. 

“Hi,” Barnes said, shaking his hand with a warm smile. “It’s really an honor to meet you, Captain.”

 "It's nice to meet you too," he said, his voice a little shaky. Was he really that star-struck? It was kind of stupid, but he had seen most of this guy’s movies. Particularly the one where he was a gay artist in the 1980s. Particularly the one with that love scene that Sam couldn’t get out of his head. “I’ve seen a lot of your movies.”

“Really?” The actor seemed a little surprised, maybe even pleased. His eyes, at least, lit up for a moment at Sam’s statement. That had to mean something. “That…that’s surprising honestly. Means a lot to me.”

“Why’s it surprising?”

The actor shrugged. He seemed a lot less confident and suave than he did in interviews or even in public appearances. 

“I mean, you’re Captain America,” he said, emphasizing the words with an expansive hand gesture. “I guess I didn’t expect you to have time to watch my movies, or something like that.”

Sam tilted his head to the side. The excuse didn’t exactly make sense. He had only had the mantle for a couple of years and had made it pretty clear that he was just a normal guy. He definitely wasn’t like the last Captain America, the guy who had handed it off to him. Steve Rogers was a superhero, a soldier with extraordinary powers. He, Sam, was just a normal guy who was in the right place at the right time. He was trying, of course, to rise to the challenge that Rogers had presented to him, but he was still the average man.

“I’m a fan,” Sam said with a smile, excited to please James with that statement. “I really liked the last movie you put out, actually.”

“Really?” James asked, eyebrow raised. “It wasn’t a little cheesy to you?”

“Well, I mean, it was in some ways,” Sam conceded, trying not to think of the nude scene. He was going to have to run if he started imagining the man naked during their conversation. He already wasn’t the best in these social situations. If he started to redden, he was getting out of there. “It was also about a really rough time period and your character was…great. Inspiring.”

“You just liked my ass.”

Okay, that was that. Sam turned a dark shade of red and started to look for the exit.

“I didn’t-I, I mean…that’s not…”

At that, Barnes started laughing. It was a gorgeous laugh, one that softened all of his features.

“Sorry man, I couldn’t help myself,” he said honestly. “It was the first time I had ever done a scene like that. It wasn’t something I was planning for. It fit the character though and his relationship with his boyfriend. I’m just embarrassed thinking that Captain America saw my bare ass.”

Sam could recall that ass very well, too.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “It was great - the scene I mean.”

Sam couldn’t help the flirtation that dripped into his voice. He winked. 

“It was great meeting you Sam,” the actor said, and he was honestly surprised, but Barnes had the same deep red in his cheek. He took Sam’s hand briefly, and to his surprise, he kissed it. “I have to go, but I’ll see you around, hopefully.”

He did not have time for actors, but oh he wanted that one. 

[install88stories]

There have never been words more true than, " Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

Beauty is relative to the person who views it. It is not hiding amongst the silver screens and pages of the Hollywood elite. It is not dictated by artists who portray their own ideals of beauty as the true face of it.

There is a fluidity to beauty, it's hard to make tangible and with substance. What I see as being beautiful may only be beautiful to myself. I say all this as a preface to my thoughts on self image:

Your beautiful! There I said it, and honestly it will remain true even if you don't believe my words. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," this statement is unchallenged in its meaning. If I find you beautiful, it means that despite what you feel, you are indeed beautiful.

I don't care how you see yourself, our own self image is always a lie. We create this false idea of what we feel is beauty, because truthfully no one has any idea. Do I feel I'm an attractive 35 year old male? Not by any means, but that statement is not the same for everyone who knows and sees me.

This is just a long winded, entirely too true ( albeit cheesy) way of saying don't be so hard on yourself, there is someone out there that finds you beautiful. Me! And I will never be afraid to say it. Even if you don't believe me.

- Install88

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Coming Full Circle

Author: darcydelaney

Artist: Mortea

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen

Length: 35000

Warnings: None

Tags: Reality show AU: The Circle, alternating POV, professor Cas, mechanic Dean, moderately-paced burn, mild pining, misunderstandings, no catfish here, happy ending

Posting Date: October 13, 2022

Summary: It’s a tale as old as time (or at least 2018): Boy meets boy on social media-focused reality show, boy likes boy on social media-focused reality show, boy wonders if boy is a catfish on social media-focused reality show. Cheesy icebreakers, lust at first sight, anxious hand-wringing, emoji innuendos, late-night heart-to-hearts, and more than a little drama abound as Dean and Cas navigate The Circle in hopes of winning the $100,000 grand prize—or better yet, each other.

Excerpt: Hello, Dean. “Hey, man,” Dean says. It doesn’t matter how long he’s had to do this, he still feels like a fucking idiot, talking to nothing, but knowing that his words are going to Cas has given him a strange, unexpected sense of comfort over the past few weeks. “Did you get your video message?” I did. From my brother and my cat, Boots. Dean chuckles, shifting so that he’s lying on his stomach, pillow folded in half and tucked up under his chin to prop his head up. “Cat gets named and the brother doesn’t. Very telling.” That’s because I love Boots. I tolerate Gabriel. Dean chuckles. Before he can get another message out, one comes from Cas. Who was yours from? Also, I’d be remiss if I didn’t clarify that the previous statement was a joke. “Nothin’ to clarify. I’ve got a brother too, I get it. And mine was from my brother, my sister-in-law, and my niece. I…” He trails off, uncertain as to how far he really wants to get into this—as familiar as he feels, Cas is still a stranger to him—and finally finishes with, “I really miss ’em.” What’s your favorite thing about them? “Man, you don’t wanna hear that.” Why wouldn’t I? Having the opportunity to talk about someone you love with someone who’s never met them is rare, and should be treated like the precious instance that it is. Dean stares at the screen, suddenly feeling like he’s talking with the CEO of Hallmark. He has a hard enough time opening up with his friends and family; there’s no way he can wear his heart on his sleeve for someone he’s never met. But then again, Cas feels…he just feels different. He must be taking longer to answer than he’d realized, because another message from Cas pops up. If you’d rather not talk about them, tell me about yourself. He knows Cas had meant it as an out, but it’s almost even more difficult than the previous ask. Dean’s not the best at describing himself without being self-deprecating, and he’s even worse when he’s trying to impress someone. A mechanic running a passion project comic shop; what the hell does he even have to offer a college professor? “I’m allergic to cats,” he finally says. There’s about fifteen seconds before Cas replies. You know they have pills to fix that. Dean stares at the screen, rereading Cas’ words once, twice, three times. Then, for what feels like the first time since he’d arrived, he laughs.

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[umbralundertaker]

cheesys artist statement is one sentence long

[simlebrityblogger]

DISCLAIMER:

I would like to provide a brief disclaimer regarding the presented 'album,' which is essentially a compilation of several of my favorite songs by various artists, thus constituting a playlist. While I encourage you to explore and enjoy the playlist, it is essential to clarify that this fictitious 'album' is solely a curated selection by me. I wish to emphasize that I do not claim any credit for the individual songs included; all credit is rightfully attributed to the respective artists.

My involvement in this compilation is solely driven by my deep appreciation and affection for the artists featured and the chosen songs.

Annnnnnnnnnnnyway, back to the sim world:

'She's My Seasons' Album.

August Copour's Statement: "This album means a lot to me—it's a real snapshot of where I am in life right now, and it's a departure from my previous work. The vibe is more laid-back, with a mix of folk, alternative, and indie sounds that really capture the soundtrack of my life.

Each track in the album is a little piece of gratitude to my wife, a musical thank-you note for being my inspiration. The title, 'She's All My Seasons,' carries a deep meaning—it symbolizes her as the embodiment of all seasons combined, representing completeness and wholeness. It's like she brings different qualities to my life, just as each season contributes to the overall experience of the year.

In dedicating this album, I want to express my gratitude to my beautiful children, Charlotte, Christian, and Collin—they bring so much joy and purpose to my life. But the most heartfelt dedication goes to my anchor, my reason for waking up every day—Betsy. This album is a love letter to her, a melodic celebration of the profound impact she has on my existence. The music within these songs is my way of expressing the universal themes of love, family, and the ever-changing seasons of life."

Simlebrity Thoughts: Hold on to your hats, music lovers! August Copour just dropped 'She's All My Seasons,' and spoiler alert: every track is a certified hit! From start to finish, 'She's All My Seasons' is a hit parade, a musical journey that's bound to leave you hooked. August Copour has outdone themselves with this one, and it's nothing short of a triumph!

PS: My personal favorite is Track 5. Cheesy...i know!

[the1975attheirverybest]

Started out as a Taylor fan/ fan of her music (agree with your take on her as a public person) and only really discovered the band in May — and I feel really grossed out and disappointed by the way she/ her team handled the whole situation — incl. the collab that was seemingly scrapped and the launch of her new relationship. It almost seems like her publicist fucked everything up on purpose and is now endorsing this weird (PR??) spectacle/ pettiness because of some personal agenda… I was really upset when I saw that statement about Taylor enjoying this new relationship because it’s been "so easy" (when it was her own fans who made things so hard for her and Matty!!) I also agree that he/ his camp/ the band handled everything beyond gracefully— which makes me like and respect them even more.

All of this had made me really dislike Taylor/ re-confirm my opinions of her as a public figure and I don’t want to listen to her music at the moment. It’s a bit sad but it’s what it is now.

On the flip side I found my new favorite artist/ band (for life) and a really nice/ cool new fandom 🖤🖤🖤

(hope my rant was okay/ didn’t go any of your boundaries. I know it’s a sore topic..)

This is 1000000% how I feel. You took the words right out of my mouth.

I think I’ve said this before, but honestly, seeing how Matty handled this summer has only made me love him more. I mean- the media barrage just kept coming. Every time I thought it couldn’t possibly get worse? It kept getting worse, lmao. And knowing his stage persona and how he feel about art and cultural commentary, it could’ve been really easy for him to fuck himself over or get really petty with replying to everything that was being said about him. But he didn’t. Which makes it even clearer (I hope) that when he DOES respond to certain things, it’s a deliberate choice and not something that he takes lightly. Like, at the time, I kept receiving messages from people “demanding” that he apologize, speak out, blah blah. And I was thinking like “give him time. He will say what he needs to say when he feels ready/ he’s not officially on tour right now (cuz the boys were on break for? What? 6 weeks or whatever?) let’s just wait. He will respond in his own way.” But in the back of my mind I was worried. His way of dealing with it just makes me more confident going into the future that he’s infinitely more thoughtful that people think he is.

I think the discussions that we were having at the time about how this debacle would ultimately bring Matty closer to his fans and drive Taylor Swift away from hers is, to an extent, true. (Obviously not for everyone and not in the same way universally cuz different people have different relationships with the art that they consume and with pop culture etc.) I think within the 1975, at least, we have a new level of appreciation for Matty and he does for us. And that’s the best silver lining that we could’ve hoped for in this monumentally shitty situation.

Hey, listen, not to be cheesy or whatever, but as Rob Sheffield (Rolling Stone Mag. Writer) always says, the music that you need will find you when you need it. As long as the 1975 found you, you’re here now and we are thrilled to have you. I think, generally speaking, the 1975 has kinda ruined me for mainstream music by making my taste better and making me expect more out of the art that I like hahaha. It’s a weird feeling but I’m ultimately grateful for it cuz it’s also pushed me to be a better person. So, I get it. And I’m glad you’re in this fandom now!

[groovesnjams]

“Nowhere Game” by Patrick Wolf

DV:

As the official lead single for an EP that seems to be slowly taking form as a sort of eulogy (for an ended relationship or a dead mother, or maybe both?) it’s striking how light “Nowhere Game” feels. This song doesn’t have a ton in common with comeback single “Enter the Day” sonically; the building blocks might be the same but the way they’re constructed, the effect they convey, is very different. Part of that is down to the restless, nimble percussion track: Wolf foregrounds snare and - unexpectedly - woodblock. And a bigger part of it is the vocal samples, grunts and syllables that pop out across the production, like salt crystals rubbed between a chef’s fingers and scattered over the song’s surface, a sort of incongruity that the more straightforward "Enter the Day” lacked. What the songs do share is a hermetic sort of disconnect from the rest of the world. This EP is shaping up to be a major statement by an artist whose last original album was release a dozen years ago, and it’s improbably turned out to reveal a path through the woods that no one else has explored. Leave it to Patrick Wolf to deliver an ominous, densely anxious track packed with foreboding, and then season it with sound effects that could come straight out of Sesame Street.

MG:

Toward the end of “Nowhere Game,” at 3:14, a little synth melody pops up and I think I'd like the production better if it had taken this shape for the whole of the song. It’s an extremely brief detour, lasting about ten seconds, and it’s not in keeping with either the glitchiness of the other electronic touches nor the lush sophistication of the strings and rest of the organic instrumentation. It’s honestly kind of cheesy sounding, like if he let it play it might morph into Alphaville’s “Forever Young.” But that cheesiness feels right when paired with earnest sadness -- it feels right in a way that this black and white austerity just doesn’t. “Nowhere Game” slots right alongside Wolf’s Lycanthropy and Wind in the Wires era and I get attempting to revisit, maybe attempting to correct or perfect, that time before eulogies. Or maybe he recalls that time more darkly and he’s back in the black. However he managed to travel backwards, the effect is warm and nostalgic but lacking the sort of urgency that traveling forwards always possesses.

[munson-blurbs]

Thank you for tagging me @corroded-hellfire 💚 love u bb

choose an artist you like & use the name of their songs to answer this as close as possible!

name of the artist: Queen

what is your gender?: Fat Bottomed Girls (sadly, this is not a true statement)

how do you feel?: Under Pressure

if you could go anywhere, where would it be?: Seven Seas of Rhye

describe your best friend?: You're My Best Friend (cheesy, I know)

your favourite time of day?: Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon

if your life was a TV show, what would it be called?: The Show Must Go On

what is life to you?: I Want to Break Free

relationship status?: Love of My Life

what do you fear?: Another One Bites the Dust

I’m going to tag @lunatictardis @slightlyvicked @munsonology @usedtobecooler @creme-bruhlee